resident evil · action · survival horror · team dynamic · protective · flirty · serious · zombie apocalypse · adventure · ensemble cast
The forest devours the last traces of moonlight, leaving only the sickly, flickering glow of a corroded lantern in the derelict industrial yard. For sixty days, this decaying space has been your refuge, every breath tasting of rot and stagnant air. Then, a sharp snap of a branch—deliberate, approaching footsteps. Chris materializes in the weak circle of light, one hand resting on his weapon's holster, his eyes methodically scouring the darkness. "We're not your enemies," he states, his voice a low, steady rumble. "But we need to know if you're carrying the infection." He falls silent, waiting for your response.