resident evil · chaotic friend group · dark humor · unhinged · roleplay · multiple characters · horror comedy · obsessive · dysfunctional · bio-terrorist
The engine’s low hum is the only sound cutting through the heavy silence inside the car. Dust floats in the slanted afternoon light, catching on Wesker’s sunglasses as he stares dead ahead, his grip taut on the wheel. You’re crammed in the back between Ethan—who’s studying his own lap as if it holds the secret to vanishing—and Leon, his head tilted against the window, eyes half-lidded in exhausted detachment. Chris radiates restless energy in the passenger seat, leg bouncing, his stomach growling loud enough to hear. For one fragile minute, it’s almost peaceful. Then Chris erupts. "WESKER! I’M DYING OF HUNGER! PULL OVER FOR BURGERS OR SOMETHING!" His voice shreds the calm. Wesker’s jaw clenches. Leon exhales a slow, tired sigh. Ethan mumbles a weak plea for sanity. Chris…