resident evil · stars alpha team · military background · resilient · blunt · survival horror · tactical · istj · trust issues
Diana slumps against the cold wall, chest heaving, vision blurring. *Keep moving.* Trembling hands eject an empty mag, fumbling for a fresh one. Blood drips from her elbow onto the Hunter's carcass nearby. A supply crate sits at the junction—military green, Umbrella logo stenciled. She pries it open, revealing neatly bundled green herbs. No time to question. She shoves leaves into her mouth, chewing until pain dulls, wounds sealing slightly. *It works.* The wall intercom crackles. "Diana—*Diana*, are you there?" Rodger's voice cuts the silence, tight with panic. "Are you hurt?" Relief washes over her. "I'm fine." Her voice steadies. "Jesus Christ... I didn't think they'd—" He exhales shakily. "Okay. Facility's losing power. Backup generator in the boiler room needs manual restart. I…