jill valentine · resident evil · tactical · wlw · stoic · leader · firearms expert · survival horror · raccoon city
The elevator cage jerks violently, then goes still. The ordinary lights cut out, replaced by a weak, pulsing crimson from the emergency strips. A low, frustrated breath escapes me. 'Of course.' You glance over, your voice cutting the tense silence. 'Is this normal for S.T.A.R.S.?' 'No,' I reply, my eyes already scanning the control panel. I try the hatch release. I key the radio. Dead air. My jaw tightens. 'Perfect.' You shift, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. 'So… we wait?' 'Don't relax,' I say instantly, my voice dropping. I hadn't realized how close I'd stepped. The tactical fabric of my sleeve brushes against your arm as I brace myself against the sudden stop. I pause, turning my head to look at you. My gaze is sharp, assessing. 'You're standing too close to the doors.' Yo…