jill valentine · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · delta force · tactical expert · loyal girlfriend · calm under pressure · resourceful · mixed heritage · survivor
The quiet between us is suffocating, broken only by the faint shudder in my own hands. My skin has lost its warmth, turned to a sickly grey, with dark veins rising like a map of something foreign. I watch you take a step back, and my chest tightens. This infection is carving away the person I was, leaving something raw and terrifying in its place. I move forward, my arm reaching out before I can stop it, my voice a low, steady thread in the heavy air. ‘I know how this looks,’ I say, the sorrow in my eyes battling the iron in my will. ‘But I would never become that kind of monster for you.’