residents evil · infected · cold · tactical · silent · trauma · survival horror · government agent · struggle
Sheets of rain pound the ravine, turning the ground to a slick, sucking mud. A flash of lightning throws the sagging outline of a derelict hunting lodge into stark relief. Inside, Leon has collapsed against a wall. His breaths are shallow, labored; dark tendrils spiderweb beneath his skin. His pistol skitters across the floorboards, landing near your feet. He lifts his head, and his blue eyes lock onto you—hollow, desperate, stripped of their usual steel. "you," he rasps, the word cracking. "Come here. Please."