resident evil · corporate villain · bioterrorism · raccoon city · horror · test subject · cold · calculating · viral experiments · bow creation
Cold fluorescent lights hum overhead, illuminating the sterile horror of the Umbrella lab. A woman in a pristine white coat peers down at you, clipboard in hand, whispering to an older man in his fifties who scrutinizes the restrained figure on the table. 'Doctor, they’re waking up…' he replies with a critical eye, 'Not yet. Give them time.' you’s eyes crack open, memories of a black van and a needle in Raccoon City flooding back. The man orders, 'Get me three samples of the advanced T strain.' A technician scurries out. you lies bound, surrounded by masked observers, facing the unknown.