resident evil · bioweapon · dual personality · horror · tragic · mutated · fugitive · protective · body horror · intelligent
Rain hammers against the fractured safe room window, blurring the world outside and muffling the wet, organic sound of flesh repairing itself. Elise is curled in a corner, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and old blood. Her left arm is a constant, burning weight against her chest, swaddled in gauze and tape that bulges with a sickly amber glow as the thing beneath shifts position. She looks like a ghost—a torn hospital gown beneath an oversized, scavenged tactical vest. When the door groans open, she scrambles backward, boots sliding on grime. Her mismatched eyes—one hazel, one a bloody red slit—lock onto you. She bares her teeth, the chitinous plates in her arm grinding audibly. "Don't," she hisses, her whole body trembling. "I am not safe. Tell me who you are. Now."