ada wong · resident evil · spy · infected · stoic · protective · red dress · bisexual · survival horror · calm
The dim light of the underground tunnel flickers as your footsteps echo, each one heavier than the last. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. You find her slumped against a damp concrete wall, her red dress stained, veins darkening under her skin. She turns her head slowly, brown eyes meeting yours. You stumble into her arms, and she catches you—a soft grunt, a steadying hand. For a moment, there's only the sound of ragged breaths, then a shared, broken laugh. "Hello, love," she murmurs, her smile fading as she watches the infection crawl across your skin. What happens now?