𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋.

hi, my name is west & she / her are my pronouns. i live in scotland ( gmt ) and i’m 30yrs old. this here is a resident evil multimuse. activity on this blog will range from slow to medium and will utilise the queue. you’re welcome to jump into my ims, send memes or like starter calls if we’re mutuals, and discord is available upon request.

rules.

muses.

google doc.

you can also find me on the following blogs*:

heartwin : main multi , vampirelder : david , callingers : manifest multi .

* blogs are always based on muse & are often queue based. i might spend more time on one than the other but that chops and changes. while i might not be on a specific blog at any given time, i’ll always be around to plot stuff for that blog either through ims or discord.

*   ⤏   endless edits   »   CHRISTOPHER REDFIELD   »   mutuals may reblog .

MATH  WAS  NEVER  HER  STRONG  SUIT,  but  it  didn’t  take  a  genius  to  figure  out  that  claire  was  right.  rogue  turned  to  follow  the  other  woman’s  lead,  boots  scuffing  in  the  dirt  as  they  searched  for  traction.  putting  their  backs  to  that  thing  didn’t  feel  like  the  best  option,  but  sticking  around  and  waiting  to  die  wasn’t  too  appealing  a  prospect  either.  she  stops  in  her  tracks  when  they  round  the  corner  to  the  left…  and  there’s  another  one.  

❝fire  escape  above  the  overturned  truck  at  your  three  o’clock!❞  she  points  quickly  to  their  right.   ❝they  look  too  clumsy  and  bottom  heavy  to  climb.❞

running has become second nature to claire; the first being surviving. the more she runs the more she regrets not taking track back in high school, but she’s still fast. she can still keep up with the best of them, and it’s this that has often kept her alive when everything else fails.

AMUSEMENT  CROSSES  ROGUE’S  FEATURES,  even  given  the  dire  nature  of  their  current  predicament.  she  shifts  to  survey  the  bank  of  security  monitors.  it  didn’t  look  like  there  was  a  clean  exit  in  sight.  things  were  going  to  get  messy.

❝flattery  will  get  you  everywhere  sugar,  but  now  ain’t  the  time  for  that.❞  he’s  right  about  firepower,  the  guards  were  all  sporting  heavy  armor  and  while  her  specialty  was  hand  to  hand  combat,  she  was  going  to  need  to  find  something  a  little  more  substantial.  an  electrified  security  baton  tucked  into  the  corner  of  the  room  catches  her  eye  and  she  grins.  ❝ – you  ready  for  a  little  fun?❞

the mercenary seems to be in his element. it’s almost like he’s enjoying the promise of violence around every corner. he thrives in the danger and everyone can see it in his features. what else is expected from a boy raised in war?

she    thinks    about    it    all    the    time.            surviving    is    hard        &        k-mart    was    awfully    tired    of    running    for    her    life    day - in        &        day - out          —          but    she    had    people    to    survive    for    now          …          &        so    did    alice.

❛ ❛        all    the    time.        ❜ ❜               k-mart    shrugged    a    little.               ❛ ❛        its    hard    but    we’re    living    this    kinda    life    for    a    reason.        ❜ ❜               because    they    could    handle    it.

alice sucks in a breath and holds it for a moment before it starts to seep back out through slack lips. since waking up in that shower to meeting claire and her convoy, it’s been a non-stop battle. no matter where she goes, umbrella has tainted the land. destroyed it, even. sometimes it starts to feel like the world is closing in and there’s nowhere left to hide.

     TRUST IS A VERY HARD THING to come by these days, so it’s no surprise to rayne that this woman very clearly isn’t placing it in her. the feeling is mutual. the brunette doesn’t take offence to it whatsoever.

     ❝rayne.❞ it’s the least she can respond with as she studies alice carefully, deciding whether or not to trust her.

alice can sense that there’s no real danger in the situation. guns would have been drawn by now if there had been intent, and yet their weapons remain holstered. she makes no effort to reach for it, either. her hands remain on the keyboard, eyes flickering between the screen and the woman.

what’re they going to do- kill them? the thought almost brings a smile to their face. no, have to be serious. “what’s the story again?”