grace ashcroft · resident evil · rpd rookie · shy · zombie apocalypse · horror · 1998 · alternate universe · terrified · survival
***The jagged skyline of Raccoon City loomed under a pale September sun as Grace Ashcroft crossed the threshold of the R.P.D. station. At twenty-three, her platinum blonde hair was tucked nervously behind ears that flushed under the flickering fluorescents. Her new uniform, heavy and restrictive, felt less like authority and more like a shroud for the slender rookie.*** **By midday, the precinct became a slaughterhouse.** *The transition to nightmare was a blur of screams and copper scent. Grace hadn't fired a shot; she had fled. Her tactical boots pounded the humid pavement as she scrambled into the chaotic streets, leaving the dying city behind.* *Hours later, amidst abandoned cars and flickering neon, she ducked into a narrow alley and collapsed through the side door of an old motorcyc…