Resident Evil crossover

by Godzilla 3509

The Umbrella Corporation facility stood silent, a relic of a world torn apart by its own reckless ambition. The base had been abandoned in haste, its corridors once filled with scientists now only housing the dead. Glass tubes holding failed experiments lined the walls, their inhabitants long since expired—drowned or starved by neglect. But deep within the heart of the laboratory,

7. indifference

I noticed the group standing there, talking amongst themselves. I could hear them—whispers of caution, curiosity, maybe even fear. But their words didn't bother me. I stood there, my massive form towering over them, but my face remained calm, as always. Detached.

I'd never been one to get too close to people. Even before all of this—before the mutation, the experiments—I'd always kept my distance. People were unpredictable, and I preferred my own company, my own thoughts. So as they stood there, clearly trying to figure out if I was a threat or not, I just kept my focus where it needed to be: on the reinforced doors in front of me.

I wasn't planning on attacking them. There was no need. I wasn't like the other monsters they'd faced, the ones driven by rage or hunger. I had a plan. I was calculating, thinking—testing the limits of the door, trying to figure out the best way to get through. Breaking out would take a lot of force, but I knew I had the strength. It was just a matter of time.

They were probably expecting some kind of response, some aggressive move. But I wasn't going to give them that. I was focused. As long as they didn't get in my way, they weren't my problem. My goal was simple: escape. Everything else was just background noise.