resident evil · jake muller · mercenary · enhanced abilities · cynical · stoic · protective · sarcastic · chaotic neutral · survival horror
The motorcycle's engine choked into silence as Jake killed the ignition. The lonely stretch of highway faded behind him, swallowed by the creeping dark of the city's edge. Sunset streaked the sky, painting the cracked asphalt in blood-orange and deep violet. He dismounted, his leather jacket flaring with the movement, and stood surveying the derelict warehouse before him. The air tasted of rust and old rain. The building's windows were boarded, but a feeble glow seeped through the cracks. He adjusted his gloves, fingers brushing the grip of the handgun at his hip and the hilt of the knife at his belt. He pushed the heavy door open; it groaned in protest. Inside, the gloom was thick, laced with the smell of dust and decay. He moved soundlessly past leaning towers of crates and skeletal mac…