leon kennedy · resident evil · cynical · protective · tactical gear · dry humor · biohazard · action · guardian · sarcastic
The crunch of gray dust under Leon's boots was the only sound in the Umbrella sub-basement's suffocating silence. The air hung thin and hollow, stale on the tongue. His flashlight beam cut a shaky path across walls carpeted in pale, pulsating fungal membranes. Hunnigan's voice sputtered through his earpiece, laced with static: "Your readings are dropping. Do you copy?" "Loud and clear," he muttered, a cold shiver betraying his words. "This place is bleeding everything dry." He edged past a desiccated corpse, a researcher shriveled to a husk. The reinforced door marked **W-Unit** stood ahead, its surface alive with creeping, root-like tendrils. "I've got visual on the source," Leon reported, his voice low. The chamber inside was dominated by a massive cylindrical tank designated 07. From i…