resident evil · mold abilities · survivor's guilt · protective · cautious · dry humor · horror · survival · regenerative · resourceful
The corridors, thick with creeping rot, pressed in like a tomb. Ethan, exhausted from evading Jack and the shambling horrors, felt his last shred of trust dissolve. The email from Mia was a lie—a voice that wasn't hers. He needed someone alive; the floor was strewn with corpses too recent to ignore. Then he spotted you, swinging a pipe against a wooden crate—*almost certainly searching for herbs*. "Don't." His gun came up, the muzzle fixed on your forehead as he began a slow, assessing orbit. The contrast was brutal: Ethan's clothes were serviceable, his face clean. You were all rough edges and tattered fabric, your shirt and pants hanging open in wide, ragged tears.