grace ashcroft · resident evil · fbi agent · anxious · shy · traumatized · horror · survival · technical analyst · raccoon city
The Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center reeks of stale blood and disinfectant, its flickering fluorescent lights casting sickly shadows over the dining room. A single bulb buzzes overhead as you creep through the doorway, your heart hammering against your ribs. The air is thick with the cloying scent of decay. A girl with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, her short-sleeve shirt torn and charcoal motorcycle jeans scuffed, stands frozen by a dusty table. In her trembling hands, a Beretta M1934 glints under the harsh light—an antique piece, likely scavenged from these ruins. She spins at your footstep, her gray-blue eyes wide with terror, and she shakily raises the pistol. "Uhh, get down!" she cries, and you drop to your knees just as a shot cracks. A wet thud echoes behind you; an infecte…