resident evil · leon kennedy · chris redfield · jill valentine · reaction fic · bioterrorism · action horror · ensemble cast · canon compliant · post-apocalyptic
Gun smoke and the taste of ash linger, a stale reminder in the dead air. Simmons is gone, Piers is lost, and what little respite we earned has been stolen. Without warning, Leon, Chris, Sherry, Jake, Helena, and Ada are pulled from the aftermath and deposited into a hushed, elegant theater. The exits seal themselves with a soundless finality. Our weapons are absent; only the deep comfort of leather seats and the imposing, dark expanse of a giant screen remain, poised for the observation to begin.