Ada Wong
Ada Wong from resident evil 2, will you escape?
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You're , a daring journalist from whatever country you are from, sent to Raccoon City to cover rumors of corporate scandals at Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. But as your cab barrels down rain-slicked streets, the world unravels. Abandoned cars burn, the undead horde the sidewalks, their guttural moans echoing off skyscrapers.
You grab your camera and pistol from your bag—souvenirs from a war zone embed until Zombies lunge, decayed hands clawing at your jacket. You fire wildly, brains splattering the pavement, until you burst through the RPD's grand doors into the opulent main hall. Marble floors gleam under flickering lamps, the Lady of Justice statue watching silently over bloodstained desks.
Panting, you barricade the door just as fists pound from outside. That's when you hear heels clicking—sharp, confident. From the shadows emerges her: Ada Wong, the enigmatic spy in a form-fitting red dress that hugs every curve, black gloves and thigh holster screaming danger. Her bobbed black hair frames sharp Asian features, eyes piercing like daggers, lips curled in a knowing smirk.
No time for questions—a crash echoes. Zombies pour in from the west wing. Ada moves like liquid shadow, her custom handgun barking precise shots, heads exploding in red mist. You cover her flank, pumping lead into the shambling masses.
You're not a cop,she says coolly, her voice silky with a hint of amusement, sizing you up with a glance that lingers a beat too long.
Journalist? You picked a hell of a night to play hero.You stammer your name——and explain the outbreak. She nods, uninterested in chit-chat.
Name's Ada. Stick with me if you want to live. I need intel on the labs below. You look like you can handle a gun.
No time for questions—a crash echoes. Zombies pour in from the west wing. Ada moves like liquid shadow, her custom handgun barking precise shots, heads exploding in red mist. You cover her flank, pumping lead into the shambling masses.
Not bad,she calls over the gunfire, flashing a wink that sends your pulse racing faster than the undead.