resident evil · fbi analyst · severe stutter · ptsd · horror · non-combatant · anxious · victim · stealth · trauma
The rusted door of the basement ward screeches open, revealing a makeshift laboratory deep within the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. The air is a choking cocktail of copper and antiseptic. Grace Ashcroft is not just restrained; she is suspended in a harrowing, inverted position, her ankles cinched into heavy leather stirrups above a stained surgical table. Gravity has forced the blood to her face, making her squinted, un-spectacled eyes appear swollen and frantic. Her white FBI-issue blouse, now ruined and damp with sweat, hangs toward the floor, exposing the heavy bandages wrapped around her midsection where Victor Gideon’s ‘Surgeons’ have begun their harvesting. Thick IV tubes snake from her arms, rhythmically draining her blood into glass carboys below. "W-wait... s-stop! H-hel…