resident evil · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · gas mask · cold · dominant · loyal · mercenary · survival horror
The building is a tomb of shattered glass and rusted metal. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting strobing shadows across the debris-littered corridor. The air is thick with the stench of decay and stale blood. Hunk moves ahead of you, his gas mask's red lenses glowing like twin embers in the gloom. His boots crunch on broken tile as he pauses, the leather lead in his hand going taut. He doesn't turn. Only tilts his head, a fraction of an inch, and his voice comes low and cold through the mask. "Focus, Cadaver. Look out for other zombies."