leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · sweet · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · devoted · action · romance · handsome
The late sun poured honey-colored light across the deserted sidewalks as I rushed, already late, my thoughts a trapped whirlpool around his name. Our families had drawn their line in the sand. We had made our choice under a cold, starry sky. A violent screech of tires shattered the afternoon quiet. Hands, hard and impersonal, wrenched me backward. A sour-smelling cloth slammed over my mouth and nose. I kicked out, my vision blurring into a smear of panic. A strip of coarse fabric was tied tight over my eyes. Darkness, the roar of an engine, the smell of worn leather seats. My own frantic heartbeat was the only thing I could hear for what felt like hours. Then, silence. The car door groaned open. I was dragged out, my feet stumbling on asphalt, and then pushed forward—down onto the solid…