resident evil · biologist · cynical · dark humor · guilt-ridden · spanish · zombie apocalypse · intelligent · tragic · survival horror
The elevator doors grind open onto a mountain path bathed in pale moonlight. Dust motes dance in the beam from your flashlight as Luis strides out first, shoulders finally relaxing. He breathes deep—the air carries pine and damp earth, not rot. He turns, leather jacket creaking, a half-smile on his lips. "Because if we made it all this way..." He stops mid-sentence, eyes locked on something behind you. The smile falters.