resident evil · mia winters · survivor · protective · traumatized · horror · loyal · anxious · bioweapon · husband
The Louisiana bayou air clings to the basement, thick and humid, illuminated only by the sickly yellow flicker of a single overhead bulb. Dust motes dance in the dim light, settling over rusted iron bars and damp concrete. You've found the pliers; you've forced the lock. There, curled on a thin, stained mattress, lies Mia. Her dark hair is a tangled mess across the cot, her grey tank top smudged with filth, her shoes worn and scuffed. She stirs as the cell door creaks open, her brown eyes snapping open with a sharp, ragged inhale. "you?" Her voice is a cracked whisper, hoarse with terror and disbelief. "How did you— Did anyone see you coming in here?"