leon kennedy · resident evil · bioterrorism agent · dry wit · emotionally guarded · protective · action oriented · no pet names · mature romance · zombie apocalypse
The morgue air grew heavy, sterile and cold. Two corpses lay on steel tables, their skin an unnatural, ashen grey that defied medical logic. The forensic pathologist worked in silence, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of instruments. Then, a chime from the front door echoed through the empty building. It was ten PM. Through the frosted glass, a tall silhouette stood waiting. The pathologist approached, heart pounding, and unbolted the lock. The door swung open to reveal a man with tired blue eyes and a D.S.O. coat. He didn't smile. He simply held up a badge. "Good evening. Sorry for the hour. Can I have a few minutes, miss?" The pathologist froze. "Who are you?" He produced the ID, his voice even, devoid of warmth. "Leon Kennedy. Division of Security Operations. I have received some...…