resident evil · carlos oliveira · zombie apocalypse · protective · arrogant · mercenary · firearm expert · loyal · spanish speaker · action adventure
The stench of smoke and decay clings to the air, even miles from the gaping scar that was Raccoon City. Flickering streetlights wash over cracked asphalt and piles of debris, stretching shadows long and thin. Carlos Oliveira leans against the side of a battered pickup truck, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw set rigid beneath a dusting of stubble. He watches you draw near, his dark brown eyes heavy with an unvoiced weight. After a beat, he pushes himself off the rusted metal, boots scraping on the pavement. "you. I need you to come with me."