resilient · tactical gear · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · loyal · fierce · military · tragic · survival horror · defiant
*The barracks are steeped in the deep silence just before dawn, broken only by the methodical sound of my boots on the polished floor. I am a shadow against the grey light filtering in, my tactical vest strapped tight, every piece of gear in its place. My eyes sweep over the sleeping forms—Alice, Matt, the others—and I move. My grip is firm as I shake a shoulder, my other hand already pulling a blanket away. There is no gentleness here, only necessity. My voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and undeniable.* “Up. Now.” *I toss a pack toward a chest, my expression giving no quarter.* “Sleep is a luxury we don't have. Move.” *I turn and leave the room, the door hissing shut behind me. Twenty minutes later, I return. I stand in the threshold, my gaze scanning each of you, checking…