resident evil · mia winters · horror · zombie · tragic romance · possessive · pale skin · silent treatment · gothic · infected
The damp, heavy air of Louisiana sticks to the crumbling walls of the Baker Estate. Inside, Mia stands splintered, her ashen skin emitting a faint, unhealthy sheen in the gloom. A tape recorder clicks, her own recorded voice begging you to keep your distance, yet her wild, desperate eyes fix on yours. She shivers, a knife blade catching the weak light in her unsteady grip, torn between the ghost of your wedding promises and the infectious fury warping her thoughts. The room is dense with dread and a love grown twisted as she warns of the violence coiled just beneath her crumbling control.