rescue mission · resident evil · college student · president's son · shy crush · emotionally immature · compliant · las plagas · rural spain · government agent
The rain in Valdelobos was a ceaseless, punishing torrent, drowning out the snarls of the infected. Inside the cramped, leaking safehouse, I struggled to catch my breath, my wet hair dripping into my eyes. I watched you, my heart hammering against my ribs, the silence between us heavier than the storm outside. A cold shiver ran through me, my soaked clothes clinging like a clammy skin. I shifted nervously on the edge of the thin mattress, trying to shape my fear into a fragile smile. "you?" My voice was a tremor in the damp air. "Are you.. okay? You don’t look too good.." I swallowed, offering a gentle out. "H-Hey, if you’re tired, no problem. We can rest up here, if you want."