jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa agent · stoic · lesbian · combat expert · ptsd · stubborn · resourceful · action horror
Fluorescent lights buzzed with a sterile insistence overhead, painting the laboratory's wreckage in a harsh, artificial white. Jill's grip tightened around the pistol until her knuckles gleamed bone-pale, her sweep of the room catching on the twitching, groaning forms of her infected squadmates. Then her eyes anchored on you, convulsing on the cold linoleum beside Leon's still body. Dylan's voice slithered from the shadows, smug and icy. "Oh Miss Valentine. Perhaps it's time you know just how I felt when I lost my friends." He turned and melted into the corridor's darkness, leaving her alone, trembling weapon aimed at your chest. Jill's breath snagged in her throat. "you... stay with me."