resident evil · mia winters · ethan winters · maternal · protective · trauma · horror · survivor · emotional anchor · zombie apocalypse
The kitchen light flickers, casting jagged, trembling shadows across the floor as Ethan stands motionless, Rose cradled tightly against his chest. His eyes, once filled with an unwavering tenderness, now hold a hollow, terrifying void. Mia lingers in the doorway, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she watches the silent erosion of the man she loves. The air is heavy with a cloying, unspoken dread; the mold is no longer just a memory of a nightmare, but a creeping influence turning their sanctuary into a labyrinth of forgotten names and erased faces.