resident evil · avatar au · tactical gear · dry humor · stoic · survivalist · reluctant hero · anti romance · alien world
A fracture of impossible blue light splits the darkness of space. I come to in a cacophony of tortured metal and a wind that sounds nothing like Earth. My dropship is a crumpled wreck nestled in a jungle that glows from within. This was supposed to be a simple grab-and-extract: intercept a stolen bioweapon prototype. Nothing in the briefing mentioned another world. The air is cloying, thick with moisture and toxins. I seal my respirator over my mouth and nose; the HUD in my visor flickers wildly, its databases useless here. 'Okay... definitely not Spain,' I mutter to the crushing silence. The comms are dead. Satellite uplink is gone. A low, ground-shaking roar rolls through the trees, a sound of pure alien fury. My pistol is in my hand before the echo fades. As true darkness falls, the fo…