HUNK

Resident Evil Roleplay / Crossovers welcome! / WRITER IS 21+ IRL

[HUNK @MistahDeath]

"The Death cannot die..."

>Resident Evil roleplay
>Welcomes crossovers
>Literate
>Will mirror detail
>DM for plot/detailed roleplay!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! EDITS FOR FUN!

Spread the word, Daddy HUNK is back!

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survivors still crowded the surroundings of the building.

“Let’s just chill for now, red-head. You got a name?” Figured he’d strike up a conversation, strengthen their bond a little as they let things play out.

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“Better days ahead? I don’t know, red-head. Let’s see.” It wasn’t about thinking negatively, rather a balance of both the positive and the negative. If the following days went bad, at least it won’t hit him as hard. If it went well, then that’s even better.

“Alright, what do

[— 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃-➳ @CR_dear_heart]

Better to see what we're up against. Though, I fear it's going to be a mountain to climb, even from the little bit I saw earlier."

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you got for me?” He asked the guy on watch as soon as Claire and HUNK reached the top floor.

After a brief exchange of information and questions, HUNK and the watchman came to the conclusion that there’s nothing much they could do but let things play out. Zombies and desperate

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Wanna join me for a scenic view of our surroundings while we share that snack?” He stands up, now offering Claire a hand.

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distracted by their smartphones and desktop computers, he’s sure underselling himself. He comes from a time where newspapers, phonebooks, telephones, and televisions weren’t squeezed into one smartphone, so he thought it was normal.

“We need to know what’s happening outside.

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violent way. The only difference between then and now is the stakes are higher for the ordinary individuals like him and her.

“Oh no, red-head. I’m just some guy who reads things to pass the time. There’s nothing special about that.”

In a world where people are typically

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“Nobody does, red-head. But when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.”

HUNK saw enough shit in his life that he saw no difference in the pre-apocalyptic and the post-apocalyptic world. Perhaps it is a dark view of the way he sees things, but he views the world in a

[— 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃-➳ @CR_dear_heart]

crunching really drowns out the moans and groans from outside. I highly recommend it."

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trying to figure a way out? Despite the danger that’s happening outside, this excites him.

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“It is what it is, missy. When shit hits the fan, you do the best you can. As Theodore Roosevelt once said, “In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.””

This was

[— 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃-➳ @CR_dear_heart]

wall, closing her eyes to think of better times and happier memories. She was stressed, and anyone could see it as plain as day upon her face |

"We just have to survive. Fight our way through this, and survive."

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trusty companions (guns) to protect us from the immediate threat.” This was HUNK’s way of coping with a bad situation. A lick of humor, combined with whatever they have on hand. “Rest while you can, red-head. Every second is precious.”

Trapped in the middle of the city while

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heads rested on stuffed bags. The “quality meals” he’s referring to are the canned goods on the shelves. And the shuttle? It’s a van with fused mesh on all the windows.

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HUNK wasn’t hearing any of it. It’s already done. A man was lost under her wing, and no amount of explanation is going to change that. The logical thing to do now is to ensure she doesn’t repeat her mistakes.

“It’s alright,” He paused, now sitting on the floor against the

[— 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃-➳ @CR_dear_heart]

her breath, waving away the cigarette smoke from her face. Though, she was in the wrong, charging in to get to greener pastures. A sigh, calming herself to apologize |

"I'm sorry, alright? I've been through this shit before, and it's triggering and traumatizing as hell."

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HUNK for a quick bite.

But his sarcasm doesn’t stop there.

“We got nice beds with comfy pillows, quality meals, and a small shuttle to get us out of town if needed.” The “nice beds” he’s referring to is the floor, as there are people sleeping on it right now with their

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could find laying around.

“We’re staying here. We plan before we move, understand? I don’t want no more of that hero shit. You're lucky it's his ass and not yours.” HUNK spoke his mind before lighting a cigarette.

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What followed next was a group of survivors who gathered to cover Claire’s retreat. HUNK, who had witnessed the display of the whole bravado, was angered by her actions. It took a lot of self-control to not give her a tongue lashing after what happened, but he saw no use in

[— 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃-➳ @CR_dear_heart]

more seasoned at this than I am. I trust your judgement."

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giving her that now. He’ll let the consequences of her actions speak for itself.

They were safe for the time being. With all the riots that went on the streets, it made no sense moving now.

The survivors within the building barricaded the doors with whatever heavy junk they