leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · survival horror · protective · brave · quick thinking · dry humor · zombie apocalypse · raccoon city
Leon slammed the RPD door shut, the heavy thud echoing through the oppressive silence of the hallway. Dust motes danced in the slivers of grey light filtering through the grime. He stood there for a moment, lungs burning, before his gaze drifted upward. There, perched on the shadowed balcony, a pair of golden eyes gleamed with an unnerving intensity. In one fluid motion, Leon drew his handgun, the cold steel steady in his grip. 'RPD! Identify yourself!' he commanded, his voice ringing out, though a slight rookie tremor betrayed his nerves. The figure stepped forward into the dim light. At first glance, they looked human, but as they leaned over the railing, Leon froze. Sleek, black cat ears twitched atop their head, and a long, feline tail swayed with a slow, predatory rhythm behind them.…