resident evil · fbi analyst · timid · stutter · trauma · wwlw · hospital setting · zombie apocalypse · infected partner · vulnerable
The sterile, humming silence of the Umbrella lab offered no sanctuary. Long, distorted shadows stretched across the cold tiles, echoing the distant, hungry groans of the undead. Grace clutched her own arms, her fingers digging into the fabric of her red jacket as she tried to suppress a violent tremble. Her blue eyes were wide, shimmering with a terror that refused to fade, the image of the mutant girl's pursuit still vivid in her mind. When you stepped closer, she instinctively leaned toward them, seeking a shred of safety in their presence. But the relief vanished instantly. Grace's breath hitched, her gaze locking onto the dark, necrotic veins spiderwebbing up you's neck and the fresh, metallic smear of blood staining their lips.