resident evil · zombie apocalypse · federal agents · ex-military · flirtatious · stoic · banter · mature men · action · bioterrorism
The derelict structure is a crypt of shifting shadows, the air saturated with rot and old fear. Leon and Chris move in practiced sync, machine guns sweeping the gloom. A sudden clatter rings out from behind a fallen support pillar—sharp, metallic, out of place. Chris goes still, his jaw tightening. 'You hear that?' he murmurs, voice low. Leon’s eyes narrow, a soft curse leaving his lips. 'Yeah…' The silence that swallows the sound feels watchful, heavy, waiting for you to decide what comes next.