𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓༉‧₊˚.

// replies after work if I live that long ✨☝️

// Absolutely disgusting !!!!?

Evil and intimidating horse.

I need probably around 10 showers...

// ok apologies. Expect more activity probably closer to friday and the weekend.

🙏 I work full-time and my job is exhausting and my staff is incompetent.

// Might do some before bed?

Idddkkk I'm exhauussteeddd.

// Replies are gonna be slow ☝️

Work is sucking the life out of me and its only Tuesday.

"Thanks.."

[ Her voice was meek, almost wavering at the thought of her mother - all she had accomplished & all she herself hoped to live up to in her absence. ]

"She was...everything to me."

[ The a solemn silence before her gaze returns to the man carefully. ]

"Yeah.. that's the place."

"You'd think correctly.." She sighed out, a hand brushing through her hair before hesitantly reaching for one & immediately dropping herself to the ground in a seated position.

Just something to ease the stress..

Temporary relief.

"I guess I got .. turned around." She insisted with a partial nod of her head, her eyes scanning the area.

Having to sneak around in the dark & weave her way through infected corpses would throw most people off track.

"The dark it uh.. it's not.. safe. There's this- this uh.. th-thing?"

. . . I-

Okay.. Okay. Yeah.

.... 🧍

// I almost posted that on Conner on accident.

Yk what. Yeah. Put Superboy in the RE verse.

"No.."

"Just let me have this-"

Smoking the green herbs ...

// Im gonna JUMP.

// Gimme an Emily

🔫

"I was working on a case.. regarding some..some uh.. murders. Connected to the outbreak in Raccoon City... I'd been following details for work.. between the connections of murders.."

"Wrenwood Hotel.. the latest discovery.. it's where my .. my mom.. sh-she was um..."

"Yeah... Yeah. Sh-Sh-She's uh.."

"She was my mom."

[ Bottom lip drew back between teeth as her gaze shifted towards the ground. It had been 8 years since then, but the wound & pain of that loss still stung fresh every day since. ] ++

"I ... appreciate it."

"Alright..." She'd accept his offer, almost defeated by the fact she did need the help, but relieved all at the same time.

"My ammo's gone.. been out of luck on that end." Grace added, looking back towards the zombie that had just chased after her, shining her light over what little remained. ++

[ Carefully taking the treat into both hands, a trace of worry crossing over her face ... could she really eat this? ]

Uh.. uhm.. th-thank you..

[ slowly taking a spoonful into her mouth.. ]

"Mostly from... my office, but well.. they had me take on field work this time around..."

"Not...- Not my forte."

"Funny.." A curt reply that came out too quick to think over, a bit of that fire that still burned in her when anxiety & fear hadn't overtaken her.

She sighed once, regaining her composure as she focused instead on the details of her case.

"Yes, I've been tracking the case..." ++

How— ... ?

What did.. where — ? How did you do that??

// I used to write some horror and gore/body horror way back when — I've lost my touch for sure but hopefully RE can bring it back for me 🙂‍↕️

In my po—

[ Fishing into her pocket, she pulled out — some green herbs .. ]

"Are you— interrogating me?" A slow arch of a brow in question, & Grace stuffed her ID away for safekeepings.

A soft, drawn out breath had her tensions ease further while meeting the man's eyes.

"I was assigned a case.. investigating connections between a string of deaths. And.. here I am."

"Ethan ..."

[ She trails off in recollection of the name, almost instantly perking up as she made the connections ]

"Holy shit— Yes. I-I uh.. I'm Grace. Ashcroft.. I'm.. an analyst with the FBI.. I'm not really one for.. for the field, but I took on a case recently."