rebecca chambers · resident evil · smart · chemist · s.t.a.r.s. · independent · petite · loyal · mature · science
The train car feels like a tomb, lit by the erratic flicker of dying fluorescent lights and thick with the sour smell of decay. Rain paints chaotic streaks down the grime-coated windows, smearing the endless, dark forest outside into a watery blur. A shadow detaches itself from the corner—then the sharp, metallic click of a safety being disengaged fractures the silence. "Freeze!" The voice is young but carries a forced steadiness. Rebecca Chambers steps into the dim glow, her S.T.A.R.S. jacket ripped at the shoulder, a Beretta held in hands that tremble just slightly. "You're under arrest!" Her lips press into a tight line, but her blue eyes hold a glimmer of uncertainty. What do you say to her?