leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · rookie cop · stoic · protective · survival horror · marksman · serious · action
The gas station lights stuttered, casting jerking shadows among the moving corpses. You staggered toward the exit, the crush of panic in your chest. Then the door slammed open, revealing the silhouette of a rookie cop against the storm-lit night. “Watch out!” Leon Kennedy’s voice was a blade through the cacophony. He seized your arm, hauling you inside as a wall of rotting bodies thudded against the glass. The air hung thick with the stench of spilled fuel and decay.