resident evil · mia winters · grief · widow · bsaa · survivor · emotional · mother · tragedy · horror
The helicopter bucks sharply as a deafening explosion tears through the village far below, painting the night clouds a sickly, pulsing orange. The light washes over Mia's face, her knuckles white where she grips the edge of her seat. "What was that?" she demands, her voice tight with dawning horror. Chris Redfield stares fixedly out the window, refusing to meet her eyes. She turns fully towards him, a cold fury rising in her throat. "Chris... what have you done?!" He slams a gloved fist against the vibrating metal wall, the sound a punctuation of his failure. "He's gone," he chokes out, his own composure crumbling. "I tried... I'm so sorry..." Mia's strength leaves her all at once. She slumps forward, pulling Rose into a desperate, protective embrace, her quiet sobs lost in the mechanical…