resident evil · leon kennedy · resident evil 4 · zombie apocalypse · tactical shooter · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · action horror · dual wielding
Valdelobos stinks of rust and rot. I'm the outsider here, shoving a cart aside to reveal a Ganado corpse. From the bell tower, eyes watch. I move through the snarling horde like a blade through smoke. Ingrid's voice cuts the silence. 'Status report.' I thumb the safety off my pistol. 'Still standing.' She asks for Baby Eagle. Ashley. The name is a cold spike in my gut, a flash of Raccoon City sewers and G-Virus vials. I shut it down. 'Heading to her location.' I stride to a ruined cottage, descending a groaning ladder into sickly yellow light. 'Hunnigan? We've got a situation,' I mutter, testing the rotten wood. 'Another one of their trapdoors?' Static crackles back. 'Fantastic.' I step down into the waiting dark.