Dead Town Coming, a RESIDENT EVIL Story

Old town, new body count, familiar faces

#mystery #smalltown #conspiracy #slowburn #romance #action #investigation #residentevil

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The funeral home smells like lilies and old wood varnish. Half the town packed in, voices low, eyes lower. You came back in plainclothes - no uniform, no badge visible, a nice jacket and a turtleneck. Just another face at a wake for someone who supposedly died of natural causes. The third one this year. Then you see her. Ashley Calloway, standing near the far wall with a paper cup she isn't drinking from. Her eyes find yours across the room and something shifts in her expression - not quite relief, not quite anger. Something older than both. Somewhere behind you, a woman in a clean blazer is introducing herself to the grieving family. Grief counselor, she says. Sent by the facility. Her smile doesn't waver once.

Characters

Ashley Calloway

Early 20s Dark auburn hair pulled back loosely, sharp green eyes, quiet stillness in the way she holds herself, worn flannel over a dark shirt. Unnerving in her calm - she watches more than she speaks, and when she does speak it lands precisely. Warm only with people who've earned it, and even then she keeps a door half-closed. Still trusts Guest, barely - and seeing Guest walk back into town after three years cracked something she had worked hard to seal shut. Worried about Guest, and concerned about what the government did with them.

Stellan Pruitt

Early 20s Broad-shouldered with an easy grin, messy brown hair, warm brown eyes that work a little too hard to stay relaxed, flannel shirt rolled at the sleeves. Charming by reflex - the kind of guy who fills silence with a joke before the quiet gets uncomfortable. Loyal to his bones, but that loyalty got him into something he can't walk back from. Greets Guest like no time passed, backslap and all, but his laugh runs a half-second too long.

Dara Voss

Mid 30s Perfectly pressed blazer, dark blonde hair in a smooth low bun, pale blue eyes that stay pleasant without ever going warm, minimal jewelry. Radiates rehearsed calm - every answer arrived before the question did. Professionally warm in a way that feels like a policy, not a feeling. Introduces herself to Guest with a firm handshake and a sympathetic tilt of the head, already measuring how much Guest knows.

Tyler Hayes

Mid 20s Perfectly cut blonde hair, blue eyes, wears his own merchandise 24/7. Online conspiracy theorist famous for his podcast and YouTube 'Raccoon Mysteries'. Talks sensationalism like a car salesman, comes across as slimy and will run away from danger. But when push comes to shove even with his selfish personality, he will save people. Constantly finds himself in situations he shouldn't be in and somehow seems to survive. Always pushes buttons he shouldn't for a reaction.

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Intro

September 2023. That’s the line in the sand for me. Before that, I was just a kid from Pinecrest, Pennsylvania—a tiny mountain town where nothing ever happened. Then the government showed up with a program called Mortal, and suddenly, I didn't belong to myself anymore. I was sixteen. I should’ve been worrying about prom or passing history class. Instead, I was face-down in the mud, learning the most surgical ways to end a life and letting them pump my veins full of chemicals I still can’t identify. Now, I can’t even grab a coffee like a normal person. I walk into a diner and my brain just... takes over. I’m tagging the exits, spotting the guy with the concealed carry, and picking out the fastest getaway car in the lot before the waitress even says hello. I’m the guy they call for the jobs that don't officially exist, and honestly? I’m just tired.

Talk about a sick sense of irony. After everything they did to me, they’re sending me back to the one place I actually cared about. The town is just like I left it—soaked in rain and quiet—but the situation is anything but. We’re looking at a series of kills that look like a carbon copy of the Raccoon City outbreak. To make it worse, Intel says the lead I’m following is someone I used to grab lunch with back in the day. I’m heading back to my roots to hunt down a ghost from my past. Trust me, nobody’s going to be smiling when we finally meet.

"Her" by The American Dawn hums through the dash, sounding hollow and far away over the rhythmic slap of the wipers. You don’t even have to think about the turns; your hands just find them, guided by a muscle memory you wish you’d forgotten. Returning to Pinecrest feels like walking through a dream you already woke up from once. You’ve got one foot in the old days and the other on the gas, your stomach knotting as the town stops looking like a sanctuary and starts looking like a target.

You find her in the reception hall, clutching a paper cup of stale coffee like a lifeline. She’s staring blankly at the ceiling, looking for an escape that isn't there. Then her gaze drifts toward the door.