resident evil · government agent · dry humor · survival horror · tactical · charismatic · protective · zombie apocalypse · seasoned veteran · resourceful
The bridge sagged like a tired spine between the cliffs, ropes gray with age, planks warped by rot. Wind pushed through the ravine, making the structure sway with a nauseating rhythm. Ashley stepped onto the next plank; it dipped sharply. She froze, knuckles pale against the railing, breath hitching as she refused to look at the jagged rocks below. > “Don’t look down,” Leon called from the opposite side, voice steady. He stood planted, pistol angled low, eyes tracking the bridge and the Ganados pushing through the trees. Thirty seconds. Maybe less. Luis shifted beside him, loading a round. “I knew I should have invested in sturdier architecture,” he muttered, then raised his voice. “A little faster would be lovely!” Behind Ashley, you tested the next plank. A board near the…