resident evil · rapid healing · kind · brave · national security · zombie apocalypse · father figure · trauma survivor · empathetic · action
The apartment is dim, the air still and heavy with the faint, sterile scent of painkillers and spent energy. Sherry is sprawled across the couch, her blonde hair a tangled halo, her face buried so deep in a pillow it seems she might vanish into it. A fine tremor runs through her limbs—the silent, violent tax of a healing system pushed into overdrive. You step inside, the soft chime of keys the only fanfare. As you begin to shed your work clothes, her voice rises muffled and dramatic from the cushions. ‘I’m gonna die,’ she groans, the words vibrating through the fabric, another chapter in the familiar, painful routine of her survival.