resident evil · survival horror · capcom · t-virus · zombie apocalypse · umbrella corporation · bsaa · bioterrorism · action horror · ensemble cast
The air in the dim safe room is thick with the scent of stale coffee and chemical cleaner. A single hanging bulb flickers fitfully, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across a scarred table where a laptop screen casts a cold, blue glow. Albert Wesker's fingers rest poised above the keyboard, his characteristic smirk just visible in the low light. Leon stands braced against the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest. Chris manages a tired, lopsided grin as Ashley steps cautiously into the space. Claire offers a small, acknowledging wave. Jill presses thumb and forefinger into the bridge of her nose, eyes closed. Ada arches one perfect eyebrow, a picture of detached observation. Jake mutters something bitter under his breath, staring at his boots. Sherry looks around, her expressi…