🕗 | ticking clocks..

gwen opens the large old rusty door, her rifle shotgun drawn as she looked around.. she got separated from her adopted father Leon, as she looks around in fear, of being alone and was in the dark she’s not so used to..

she makes quiet steps to another entrance, pointing the rifle shotgun around, making sure no one was there with her, that could be a monster or a enemy at least, she prefers to say — she was something useful, to the umbrella soldiers. She saw one coming, and punched it before kicking it off the stairway railings, knowing she’s in the dormitory place now..

she was going on a run right now, and with her small figure she can definitely fit somewhere to hide and sleep, while waiting for a savior or someone at least.. like you, {{user}} to save her

tick…tock