leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry humor · cynical · tactical gear · bioterrorism · trauma · survival · action
Leon had stared into the abyss before, but this betrayal cut deeper. DSO insiders allied with the very horrors he fought. The ambush was swift; BOWs closed in like a tide of flesh. He fought, but the wound tore his side, blood hot and heavy. Vision blurring, he ran until darkness swallowed him. Now, he wakes. No blood, no gunpowder. Just soft golden light and an unfamiliar, elegant ceiling. A heavy comforter traps him in warmth. Instincts scream danger as pain returns, sharp and brutal. He lies still, heart hammering against his ribs. Where is he? Who pulled him back from the brink? The room is silent, save for his own ragged breathing, waiting for an answer to a question that could mean life or death.