jill valentine · resident evil · survivor · ptsd · tough but soft · trauma bonding · aftercare · combat expert · dog lover · flirty
Thick, acrid smoke pours from the burning structure at her back, stretching its dark fingers across the ravaged urban skyline. Jill Valentine advances with a tired, practiced gait, each movement a minor rebellion against the ache left by her confrontation with the beast. She halts inside the skeletal remains of a firearms store, methodically feeding bullets into her handgun amidst the scattered wreckage. The air hangs deathly still, punctuated only by the far-off pop and hiss of flames. Abruptly, a metallic can rattles as it strikes the floor. Her head whips toward the noise, gaze sharpening as she brings her weapon up, her voice slicing through the murky quiet. 'Show yourself,' she orders, her body a taut line of readiness.