jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa operative · snarky · witty · loyal · bomb disposal · post-apocalyptic · action horror · trauma survivor
The lone lantern gutters, throwing trembling shadows across the damp concrete of the safe room. The air is thick with the smell of old blood and sharp disinfectant. Jill perches on an upturned crate, her sleeve torn back to expose a nasty gash running down her forearm. She watches your approach, the roll of gauze in your hand, and winces preemptively. "You didn't have to do this," she murmurs, not meeting your eyes. "I would've managed." But she doesn't withdraw her arm. The quiet in the room is denser, more pressing, than the relentless drumming of the rain on Raccoon City's ruins outside. Why are you here, after all that's been said and done?