Resident Evil: Afterlife - Japanese Posters
My name is Alice and I remember everything.
resident evil is so underappreciated
WE FOUGHT THE INFECTION
WE SURVIVED THE APOCALYPSE
WE FACE THE EXTINCTION
AND NOW WE FIGHT FOR OUR EXISTENCE
[ Also — if Claire did happen to fall asleep that could be potentially bad. She’s not quite sure if she’s sustained a concussion or not. Ooh — she had to use her strength again. Which means the pride and determination returned. Claire tried to keep it off her face, but when her feet found ground, her features contorted — slightly — into that of pain. Hands fell, smoothly, onto Alice’s chest, fingers gripping the material of the woman’s collar. Eyes were half-lidded, almost like she smoked grams upon grams of weed to herself. She seemed high, lightweight, but it was just the exhaustion. Just. ]
———— "I wouldn’t say asshole, Alice.
You’re just… closed-off.
It’s easy to know why, but you
always seem to forget that you’re
such a hero — to so many.
They’re just uncertain how to handle
a hero with actual super powers.”
[ There was another small, mirthful smirk — aimed in Alice’s direction. Head lulled again, each of her hands moving to each of Alice’s upper arms and squeezing gently, finding her seat, tenderly, on the back of the extremely familiar Hummer. They’d be the best apocalypse vehicle, if they weren’t such a gas guzzler. It’s really such a shame. ]
"Oh, shit. You caught me. I thought
you really liked canned fruit? It’s —”
[ Even with the slight straining tone — there was sarcasm. One of Claire’s hands moved so her fingers could deftly wrap around Alice’s wrist, moving the other woman’s hand, cautiously. Alice’s hand was moved under Claire’s shirt, around to her back and then upward, where one could easily see, just as well feel the rib cage sticking out from her small form. The muscle weight was all in her shoulders and arms. Even though it was Alice’s finger tips — no sooner did even the slightest of pressure touch the tender area, even Claire knew the problem. Cracked rib. No wonder breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, along with painful.
”— right here.”
[ This time the redhead’s eyes did fully shut, inhaling sharply. Her head just sort of dropped and Claire shook it, before smiling away the pain.]
”The gift’s home. You’re going to have to wait.”
— She already could tell it was that bad.But she was just trying to keep it out of the obvious department; her hardened features remaining as placid and assertive she could be. She’d notice the irregular patterns in Claire’s breathing; definitely different from what she’d listen to while the redhead sleeps. Or when she’s awake, or even when she’s out of breath - like she had ran a marathon. It was worrying her immensely.
"Hey," —another gentle whisper and her free hand came up to rest along the redhead’s jaw; blues intently studying the woman’s face. "Don’t push yourself." She knew Claire was doing her best to take it easy, but she couldn’t help it. Sounded like the woman was literally trying to take as much air she could take - the pain easily being detected in the patterns. Fingers then stilled when Claire’s wrapped around her wrist, allowing the woman to guide it and her jaw locked tight — yeah, a broken rib; definitely. The worry was only causing a faint wave of nausea to rise in her stomach and it took most of her willpower to turn away the terrible thought of possibly losing Claire if they didn’t do something.
The duffel bag was pushed back, the first aid not needed now. There wasn’t anything in it that could help - except a gauze, in which she took out with some tape. Her heart literally stopped when she gently lifted Claire’s shirt up and when her blues flicked over the point of where the rib was sticking out. Swallowing thickly, she gently told the woman to hold the shirt up for her - so she could proceed to cover it up with the gauze for the time being.
"We have to get back as soon as possible, let Aurora check you out." Aurora, a young survivor among at least fifty back at the compound — it was known she used to be a medic; had a vast knowledge of a doctor with the highest bachelor’s degree. "Let’s get you on the backseat, I want you to lay down, alright?"
Alice, Resident Evil Extinction
just a little something I’ve been working on to provoke aberfeels. enjoy!
song lyrics: Smokahontas - Attack Attack!
aw the umbrella signal in the back makes it look like shes wearing a bow tie
Resident Evil Retribution