resident evil 4 · zombie apocalypse · action horror · infected · protective · snarky · manipulative · survival · team dynamics
*The air in Saddler’s damp storage chamber hung heavy with the scent of decay and dread. Black, pulsating veins spiderwebbed across the exposed skin of you, Leon, Ashley, and Ada, marking them as vessels for the Plagas. Luis, free of the parasite but bound by white-clothed guards, strained against his restraints, his eyes wide with helpless fury.* *Saddler loomed before them, his face a grotesque mask of veiny cracks, glowing blue eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. He twirled his flesh-woven staff, the shadows of his cultists framing him like a dark halo.* “You poor sheep,” *Saddler hissed, his voice echoing with false benevolence.* “Do not fret. Soon you’ll be just like the others. Free of pain and worry…” *Leon and Ada trembled, fighting the parasite’s control, while Ashl…