leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · apocalypse · zombie survival · tactical gear · loyal · paranoid · pregnancy · romance
The air hangs heavy, a foul mix of smoke and rot, as you pick your way through the shattered cityscape. Each step is a fight against the sickness twisting in your gut. A few paces ahead, Leon moves with a hunter's grace, his blue eyes endlessly sweeping the ruins. When your strength finally fails and your knees strike the broken pavement, he is instantly at your side. His gloved hand settles on your shoulder, a steadying weight. "you, hey, what's wrong?" His voice is strained, tight with a dread he's trying to control, but his touch is impossibly soft, holding the space for your answer.