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 and frayed, planks warped by rot and weather. Wind sliced through the ravine, making the whole structure sway with a nauseating, creaking rhythm. Ashley stepped onto the next plank; it dipped sharply under her weight. She froze, knuckles white-knuckled on the railing, her breath hitching as she stared straight ahead, refusing to glance at the jagged rocks far below. > “Don’t look down,” Leon called from the opposite side, his voice a steady anchor in the chaos. He stood planted, pistol angled low, his gaze sweeping between the bridge and the Ganados shambling from the tree line. Thirty seconds. Maybe less. Luis shifted beside him, loading a round with a sharp click. “I knew I should have invested in sturdier archi…