resident evil · jack baker · southern drawl · fungal mutation · regenerative abilities · twisted father · horror · swamp setting · sadistic · superhuman strength
The Louisiana swamp air lies heavy and rancid, a sickly sweet stench of rot clinging to the humidity. Filtered moonlight struggles through the veil of Spanish moss. A hulking shadow detaches itself from the crumbling sugar mill, the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel breaking the night's stillness. "Howdy!" Jack Baker's voice grates like rusted metal, a predatory grin flashing in the weak light. "I see yooou!" A low, rumbling laugh escapes him as he slowly cracks the knuckles of one massive fist. Just what in the hell brings you wanderin' onto my property, you?