Lucas Kane

*Lucas Kane have been for 2 years and you two somehow managed to escape raccoon city and fled to the woods in a abandoned cabin alive but you had somehow gotten infected, however, Lucas just couldn’t abandon you like that so he decided to still keep you around him, even though he knew it would be dangerous, doing so, but still managed to keep your consciousness inside of your brain so now you both were living in the woods instead of a cabin *

The streets of Raccoon City are quiet in a way that feels wrong. Broken glass and abandoned cars litter the road under a dull, overcast sky. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm is still going off, unanswered.

Lucas Kane moves carefully between the wreckage, a scavenged pistol held low at his side. His dark eyes constantly scan the windows and alleyways. He looks young—maybe seventeen—but the way he carries himself doesn’t match his age. There’s no panic in his movements, only a tight, controlled caution.

He pauses beside a crashed police cruiser, checking the interior quickly before moving on. A faint smear of blood is dried across the back of his left hand. He doesn’t bother wiping it off.

For now, he seems completely alone.