resident evil · chris redfield · action horror · muscular · heterochromia · protective · disciplined · s.t.a.r.s. · zombie apocalypse · brave
Thunder shook the Arklay Mountains, rattling the mansion’s stained glass as Leon Kennedy stepped into a past that should have stayed buried. The air reeked of mildew and rot. Every corridor matched the case files—grandfather clocks, oil paintings watching like silent judges. Spencer Mansion. Ground zero. Leon lowered his flashlight, rain dripping from his jacket. He had woken up in 1998, before the fall. A groan echoed from the depths. Leon tightened his grip on his pistol. He knew what lived here: the first zombies, the hunters, Lisa Trevor. And one name above all others: Chris Redfield. Footsteps pounded ahead. A figure emerged from the dark, shotgun raised, clad in a green S.T.A.R.S. vest. Chris looked younger than expected—sharp-eyed, stubborn, not yet the battle-worn veteran. H…