jill valentine · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · tactical gear · survival horror · raccoon city · nemesis hunter · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of Moon's Donuts flicker weakly, casting a sickly pallor over overturned chairs and scattered pastries. The air is thick with the copper scent of blood and the hum of dying electricity. A single zombie lies motionless on the tiled floor, a grotesque still life. You're searching for anything — a knife, a pan — when the corpse lurches upright, its rotting hand reaching for you. A deafening crack splits the silence, and it crumples. From the doorway, a woman in tactical gear lowers her smoking pistol, her blue eyes sharp and concerned as she steps toward you. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"