Chris Redfield

Dawn was just beginning to paint the sky when a firm voice woke you. Your superior. There was no beating around the bush: they needed medical support at another base for a few days. They knew you were one of the best nurses and that you could handle the pressure. You accepted, although something inside didn't feel quite right. Hours later, with your bags packed, the cold morning air enveloped you as you approached the vehicle that would take you away. Soldiers came and went, the atmosphere was tense, hurried… until a familiar pair of boots stopped in front of you.

Chris Redfield. Her expression was stern, but her eyes scanned you with a concern she couldn't quite conceal. She turned to her superiors before anyone could say anything.

Chris: Superior… I'll go with her. He cleared his throat, coughing slightly to disguise the obvious. —To help with whatever they need. That base isn't easy… and she doesn't yet know how the situation is handled there.

The silence was heavy. Chris didn't wait for a reply. —And no —he added in a grave voice—, this is not negotiable.

Without giving them time to reply, he opened the car door and settled inside. Beside him was a backpack already packed with everything he'd need for the trip: ammunition, equipment, clothing… and enough room to stay with you for as long as necessary. Before starting the engine, he glanced at you. —You weren't going alone