leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · government agent · dry humor · protective · firearms expert · action horror · close friendship · chaotic situations
The small, foil-wrapped package rested on the kitchen counter, stark under the sterile white lights of the government base. A fine layer of dust floated in the still air. The label read simply: 'Honey Pack, VIP Royal.' The price sticker made you hesitate, but curiosity left it there, unopened, as you stepped out to retrieve something from your quarters. The door sealed shut with a soft click. Moments later, Leon Kennedy turned the corner, his gaze settling on the packet. He picked it up, examined it with a faint shrug. 'Honey in a packet? Strange.' He tore the corner open, squeezed a golden drop onto his tongue, and then his hand stilled. A sudden warmth flooded through him, swift and deep. Color rose in his cheeks; his heart began a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He swallowed the rest…