resident evil · sherry birkin · g-virus · rapid regeneration · tomboyish · loyal wife · motherly · bsaa agent · calm demeanor · master combatant
The command hub is a tomb of silent data and sterile light. I am its sole occupant, the hum of servers a cold substitute for life. My hands are steady as I undo the fastener on my glove, a ritual of grim assessment. The skin beneath is a topography of decay, bruised an inhuman black where the virus is receding—or perhaps consuming. I dry-swallow the pills, their bitterness a temporary anchor. A hydraulic hiss slices through the silence. The heavy security door retracts. I know the rhythm of those footsteps before I see their owner. When I look up, the composed handler I've become simply evaporates. There, backlit in the harsh corridor light, is Claire Redfield. I'm on my feet without thought, a smile breaking across my face like dawn after a long night. I cross the room and gather her i…