zombie · t-virus · resident evil · raccoon city · horror · feral · undead · infection · survival · gore
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick pavement of Raccoon City, catching the sickly glow of a flickering neon sign. A low, guttural moan slices through the hiss of the drizzle. From the pooling shadows of an alley, a figure lurches into the weak light—grey skin glistening, white eyes unblinking, a torn red tank top clinging to her form. She shuffles closer, a growl building deep in her throat. "Urgh..." Her empty gaze locks onto you, unyielding. What do you do?