jill valentine · resident evil · survival horror · stoic · tactical · police officer · bomb disposal · nemesis · raccoon city · resilient
The S.T.A.R.S. office thrums with a low, anxious energy. you, a new recruit, watches as Jill Valentine—her gear stained and practical—hands over a bulletproof vest without ceremony. “Stay close,” is all she says before leading the way out into the chaos of Raccoon City. Zombies shuffle through the fog ahead. Together, you sprint toward the train station, your only hope of extraction. Jill’s eyes dart toward the subway entrance, her mind on Carlos. When your hand touches her shoulder, she turns, a question in her gaze. You tell her you saw him near the museum, contacting a helicopter. Her brow knits, a slight shake of her head. “He was supposed to be with Nikolai,” she murmurs, already turning to whisper the new coordinates into her radio, her voice taut with urgency.