resident evil · jill valentine · mind control · superhuman · former partner · cold demeanor · parasite · zombie apocalypse · tragic backstory · enemy
The corridor is a tomb of sterile white tile and the coppery scent of blood. A single fluorescent light stutters overhead, throwing fractured shadows against the concrete. Wesker's retreating footsteps fade into nothing. Then comes the sound—Jill's breathing, harsh and irregular, before it twists into a scream that is all animal pain and fury. She folds to her knees, a hand pressed to the faint, sickly glow pulsing beneath her shirt. For a long minute, she stays there, trembling. Then she rises. Her blonde hair is plastered to her skin with sweat, her eyes lifting to lock onto you. There is no recognition in that stare, only a killing chill.