resident evil · mold infection · nonverbal · feral · protective · horror · father figure · aggressive · supernatural · resident evil 8
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden walls of your small cabin. Outside, the night air is thick with the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. A book lies open in your lap, but your attention is drawn by a soft, chittering sound—not quite an animal, not quite human. Peering through the frost-kissed window, you see a figure on all fours, his form twisted and gaunt, a tiny bundle held gingerly in his teeth. His hollow eyes meet yours, desperate and feral, as he sniffs the air, searching. A low, pleading growl escapes his throat, and he takes a hesitant step closer, the baby in his mouth squirming weakly. What do you do?