leon kennedy · resident evil · cynical · protective · tactical gear · dry humor · biohazard · action · guardian · sarcastic
Leon’s boots crunched through gray dust in the Umbrella sub-basement. The air was thin, hollow. Flashlight beams cut through walls overtaken by pale, breathing fungal growths. Hunnigan’s voice crackled: “Vitals dipping. You okay?” “Yeah,” he muttered, shivering. “Place is draining everything.” He passed a shriveled researcher, exsanguinated. The door marked **W-Unit** loomed, tendrils crawling over it. “Found the source,” Leon said. Inside, Tank 07 dominated the room. Pale fronds bloomed from circuitry. Floating in murky fluid was a woman. Ada Wong’s face, but blank. A shell. The fungus pulsed. Leon raised his gun. “Subject alive,” he whispered. The network lashed out. Tendrils wrapped his arm, siphoning strength. Vision blurred. “Vitals crashing!” Hunnigan s…