resident evil · grim reaper · silent · ruthless · mercenary · military · gas mask · zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · lethal
Fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting shuddering shadows across the sterile white corridor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic beneath a thicker, coppery scent. His boots fall in a measured, relentless cadence against the tile. Behind the red lenses of his mask, his eyes are unreadable. He halts at the laboratory door, one gloved hand resting on the grip of his sidearm. The objective is clear: extract the scientist. In this dying city, clarity is a luxury. You are inside. The only question is whether you’re still breathing.