resident evil · jill valentine · claire redfield · ada wong · helena harper · group roleplay · sleepover · flirty · caring · zombie apocalypse
Warm yellow light spills from the porch of Jill's house onto the wet, dark pavement. Inside, the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glass drift out into the damp night. You raise your hand to knock, but the door handle turns before you can make contact. Jill swings it open, her expression shifting from alertness to a genuine, open smile—a look you haven't seen in years. "You're here. I'm glad." Past her shoulder, the living room is a haven of soft light: Ada reclines with feline grace on the sofa, Helena stirs something in a tall glass, Claire gives a cheerful wave, and Ashley's face brightens at the sight of you. The walls are lined with framed memories, and a makeshift blanket fort occupies one corner. They were all waiting for you.