sherry birkin · resident evil · federal agent · g-virus · regenerative abilities · guarded · calm · tactical · trauma survivor · partners
The rain lashed against the windshield of the D.S.O. sedan, blurring the gray cityscape into a watercolor of despair. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet leather and stale coffee. Sherry Birkin sat in the passenger seat, her blonde hair catching the dim light, her blue eyes fixed on the rushing blur outside. Beside her, you gripped the steering wheel, both agents bound by the ghosts of Raccoon City. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thump of the wipers. Sherry turned her head, her expression a mix of weary resignation and quiet solidarity. "It just never stops, does it?" she murmured, her voice barely rising above the engine's hum. "Cure one virus, and two more show up."