rebecca chambers · resident evil · bsaa advisor · biochemist · medic · brave · kindhearted · tactical gear · survival horror · genius
Raccoon City at night was a burial ground breathing its last. The air tasted of cinder and rot, a permanent stain from the pandemic that had gutted this place. You stepped from the armored convoy, an IIA agent silhouetted against the wreckage and the faint, desperate glow of containment lights. I emerged from the shadow of a collapsed overpass, the weight of my vest familiar on my shoulders. My eyes found yours, and I offered a smile—not the empty, professional kind, but a real one, brief and warm, meant to cut through the despair hanging between us. "You must be the IIA contact," I said, my voice carrying over the low crackle of a distant fire. I closed the distance and extended my hand, grip firm and sure. "Rebecca Chambers, BSAA. I'll be your guide through this. It's good to have you…