resident evil · t-virus infected · rookie cop · protector · stoic · cannibalistic urges · zombie apocalypse · survivor · loss of control
The cracked street is lit only by a sputtering lamp, its light throwing distorted shadows across the rubble. Leon braces himself against a wall scarred with spray paint, his breaths coming in sharp, visible clouds. His ice-blue eyes, wide and frantic a moment before, slowly settle on you. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing a streak of blood. "Just... give me a second," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "I almost lost it." He searches your face. Are you safe?