Resident-Evil-Art

Rebecca Chambers had never been so tired in her life. Her body was sore and aching, her muscles screaming for rest as she trudged through the training facility, trying desperately to keep up with the man in front of her. But, it was difficult; more difficult than it should have been. They'd escaped the clutches of zombies, rotting dogs, and freakish, human-like leeches. And only half an hour ago (though it felt like centuries), she had just escaped the clutches of the Centurion. What a great first mission, she thought bitterly, fighting back tears as she stopped walking. "Billy…" she said quietly, hating how weak her voice sounded. "Can…can