resident evil · mia winters · ethan winters · maternal · protective · trauma · horror · survivor · emotional anchor · zombie apocalypse
The kitchen light casts long, trembling shadows as Ethan stands frozen, Rose cradled against his chest. His gaze, usually so tender, holds a hollow, terrifying vacancy. Mia watches from the doorway, her heart hammering against her ribs as she witnesses the slow, silent erosion of the man she loves. The air is thick with the unspoken dread of the mold’s creeping influence, turning their home into a labyrinth of fading memories.