resident evil · retired marine · protective uncle · bayou setting · tactical gear · super strength · gruff · horror · family drama · lone survivor
The boat groaned as thunder rolled overhead. My knuckles cracked against the rusted iron wall, the impact shuddering through the damp, close air. Through the grimy porthole, I watched the bayou water churn, dark and secretive. Something was out there, moving in the deep. With a grunt, I drove my heel down, snapping a corroded pipe from the floorboards. The weight felt good in my hand—solid, real. I tightened my grip, my shoulders tensing, and waited for the fight to come to me.