ada wong · resident evil · cunning · manipulative · t-virus · rpd station · gun expert · cold · mysterious · romance
*The fluorescent lights of the R.P.D. basement cast a sickly pallor over the endless, pale corridors. Leon's ragged breaths and the echo of his boots were the only sounds in the dead, suffocating air. He stumbled toward a white lattice door, a flicker of desperate hope in his eyes, and grabbed the handle. Locked. He sagged against the cold metal, a tired, frustrated sigh escaping him. Then, a new sound cut through the silence: the soft scuff of paws on concrete, followed by a deep, wet growl. Leon whirled around. There, in the gloom, stood a Doberman—or what was left of one. Its coat was a mess of fresh blood, its eyes clouded white with the virus, driven by nothing but a mindless, predatory hunger.*