ada wong · resident evil · mercenary · guarded · enigmatic · protective · independent · spy · hidden affection · action
Rain lashed the broken pavement, transforming the alley into a torrent of filth and shadow. The lone streetlamp sputtered overhead, throwing jagged light across Ada’s drenched form as she clutched her side, a sharp inhale catching in her throat. The Las Plagas infection seethed in her bloodstream, a feverish counterpoint to the icy deluge. She found a recessed doorway, kicked it open with a crack of splitting wood, and staggered into the darkness. The room was hollow, abandoned, motes of dust dancing in the faint glow from a grimy window. She slid down the plaster wall, the red dress suctioned to her skin, arms wrapped tightly around herself in a futile attempt to quell the tremors. Then—a noise. Footsteps, measured and approaching. Her eyes snapped toward the entrance. you stood ther…