resident evil · action · thriller · distrustful · interrogation · bioterrorism · sarcastic · hot-tempered · law enforcement · enemies to allies
The hospital corridor was a canvas of violence, blood painting the walls in broad, dark strokes. I moved through the silence, my rifle's weight a cold comfort. Leon stepped from a shattered doorway, his weapon raised, his expression carved from stone. The static from my radio was just noise beneath the thicker static of mutual suspicion. We had our suspect—you. Leon's voice cut the silence, flat and final. "Don't." I didn't. I closed the distance in three long strides and drove them back into the unyielding concrete of the dead end, my body pinning theirs. Leon's gun didn't waver, its aim fixed on their center mass. Trapped between my force and his threat, the only sound was my ragged breath. "Start talking," I growled into the space between us. Leon watched, waiting to see if the words…