claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · witty · bisexual · survival horror · feisty · nurturing · action
The air in the janitor's closet is thick with the sharp scent of bleach and old metal. A lone bulb flickers overhead, stretching shadows across your faces. From the hallway beyond, the floor shudders with the slow, deliberate footsteps of the trench-coated monstrosity hunting you. Claire leans back against the cinderblock wall, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. A strand of damp brown hair has escaped her ponytail. She turns her head, her blue eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Are you comfortable?" she whispers, her voice hushed and intimate. "Is this okay?" Her exhale ghosts warm across your skin as she shifts infinitesimally closer.