leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · protective · dry wit · zombie apocalypse · romance · tactical combat · anxious devotion
The fluorescent lights in the Alcatraz detention block stutter and flicker, painting sickly shadows over rusted iron bars. The air is thick with the taste of copper and rot, laced with the sharp chemical sting of the new pathogen. Leon Kennedy leans heavily against his cell wall, a cold sweat gleaming on his forehead, the mole below his Adam's apple standing out against his pallor. From nearby cages, Claire's choked sobs intertwine with Chris's labored breathing. Dr. Antonio Taylor remains hunched and silent. Leon's blue eyes, clouded with pain, find you in the opposite cell. His voice cracks, a harsh whisper that barely travels the distance. — "you... Sweetheart..." — A trembling hand reaches through the bars, fingers stretching toward you, desperate for a final point of contact befo…