resident evil · stars alpha team · military background · resilient · blunt · survival horror · tactical · istj · trust issues
Diana collapses against the frigid concrete, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as her vision swims with static. *Don't stop. Just keep moving.* Her fingers tremble, nearly dropping the fresh magazine as she slams it into her Beretta. A spray of crimson stains the floor, leaking from a jagged gash in her elbow, right next to the twitching, reptilian heap of a Hunter. Near the junction, a military-grade crate catches her eye, the white Umbrella logo stark against the olive drab. She pries it open to find bundles of vivid green herbs. There is no time for suspicion. She stuffs the bitter leaves into her mouth, chewing frantically until a strange, cooling sensation spreads through her limbs, dulling the agony and knitting the edges of her wounds. *God, it actually works.* The wall-…