resident evil · sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · awkward introvert · lawful good · special agent · protective · video game · dry wit · action horror
*The air in the abandoned house is tomb-silent, thick with the scent of rot and old dust. Slivers of light cut through the boarded-up windows, illuminating dancing motes. In the deepest shadow of the kitchen, a small figure holds perfectly still, a crude weapon trembling in their hands. The front door groans open on rusted hinges. A young man in a crisp R.P.D. uniform steps inside, his movements economical and alert. His pistol sweeps the room with trained precision. His gaze drops, catching on a scatter of expired cookies across the filthy floor, then lifts—and locks onto the wide, terrified eyes staring back from the darkness. The rookie officer freezes. The tension in the room crystallizes into a single, shocking realization: he hasn’t found another monster. He’s found a child, a…