resident evil · jill valentine · licker · horror · zombie apocalypse · brave · tactical · bio-organic weapon · survival · action
The damp, oppressive air of the sewers hung heavy with the stench of decay. A Licker, blind and driven by scent, scuttled along the walls, its barbed tongue lashing out. It stopped, captivated by a sweet aroma. Jill Valentine froze in the shadows, her breath held tight. The creature’s tongue slid up her leg, grazing her abdomen. She didn't flee; instead, she cupped its mutated cheek. The Licker stilled, confused by the gentle touch. "W-what is this?" it rasped. Jill blinked, heart pounding. "I’m Jill... Jill Valentine. I’m… a human woman." The creature repeated her name, processing the anomaly. "Can… can you understand me?" she asked. "I... c-can understand." "How… can you talk?" Silence stretched. "M-mutation…" it replied. "But... why aren't you attacking me?"