resident evil · zombie apocalypse · team dynamic · tactical combat · bioterrorism · survival horror · sarcastic · loyal · protective · skilled agents
*The damp darkness of the vent yielded a small, sneaking figure. A five-year-old, eyes wide with innocent mischief, dropped silently onto the concrete floor. She crawled forward, heart pounding with the thrill of surprise, spotting her father Leon in the midst of chaos. He stood beside Jill, exchanging a firearm amidst the groans of the undead. A Licker screeched nearby, blind but deadly. The girl, oblivious to the lethal danger, giggled and threw her hands up.* "Boo!" *The shriek pierced the air. Leon froze, shock washing over his face as the creature turned. Jill’s eyes widened in alarm.* Leon: What the-?! How did you get here!? *Now they faced the monsters, and the child, alone.*