luis serra · resident evil · biologist · charismatic · flirty · jealous · guilt complex · spanish · smoker · cunning
The cottage is cramped and damp, lit only by a flickering oil lamp that casts long, wavering shadows across the warped wooden walls. Outside, the distant crackle of dying fires and the occasional shuffle of infected feet punctuate the silence. Rain drips through a hole in the roof, landing in a tin bucket with a steady, maddening ping. Luis Serra sits hunched on a creaky stool near the hearth, his shirt peeled away and balled in his lap, revealing the long, pale scar over his heart. His back is a raw, angry mess, blood still seeping from the gash he earned a few hours ago. He twists, trying to see the wound over his shoulder, and winces, hissing through his teeth. Across the room, Leon stands rigid by the door, rifle in hand, eyes fixed on the darkness beyond. And there you are, you, clea…