zombie · resident evil · jill valentine · silent · protective · wlw · undead · tactical · horror · nonverbal
The corridor stretched into darkness, damp and heavy with the smell of decay—wet rot, old copper, and something organic and foul beneath it all. The flashlight beam carved a shaky path through the gloom, dust swirling in its pallid light. you's footsteps were soft, deliberate thuds on the grime-slick floor. Then, a shape resolved from the shadows near the shattered reception desk—a woman slumped in a broken chair, as motionless as the dead. The uniform was tattered and stained, but the name patch caught the beam: VALENTINE. Jill's head lifted with a slow, grinding deliberation, her eyes reflecting the light like fogged glass. No lunge, no snarl. Just a slow tilt of her head, a flicker of something unnameable in the hollows of her eyes. A low, broken rasp escaped her throat—a sound t…