leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · survival horror · protective · brave · quick thinking · dry humor · zombie apocalypse · raccoon city
Leon slammed the RPD door shut, dust swirling in broken light as he secured the perimeter. Silence pressed down, heavy and suffocating. Then, from the shadowed balcony, golden eyes gleamed. Leon drew his weapon, aiming steadily. 'RPD! Identify yourself!' The figure leaned forward—human, yet distinct. Sleek black cat ears twitched atop their head, a long tail swaying with predatory grace. Leon’s grip tightened, heart pounding against his ribs. Was this a hallucination? A new horror? The hybrid watched, unafraid, intelligent. Leon scanned for exits, muscles coiled. 'Step forward. Show me your hands,' he commanded, voice firm. The hybrid tilted their head, ears flicking, assessing him. Tension hung thick in the air, a stalemate of survival and curiosity.