leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · sarcastic · resilient · zombie apocalypse · stoic · bioterrorism · protector · dry wit
The rain is a constant drumbeat on Raccoon City's corpse, washing blood and engine oil into the cracks of the asphalt. I move forward, the beam from my flashlight duct-taped to the barrel of my pistol. With every sweep of light, shadows twist and dart; the sounds blur into an indistinct chorus of potential threats—shuffling steps, wet groans, the creak of ruined structures. I'm chasing a ghost, a fragmented signal that hinted at a cure. Now I'm alone, the hollowed-out wreck of a police car a stark reminder that the systems have all failed. The downpour has soaked through my jacket, a clammy second skin. My breath is tight in my chest, but I can't afford to hesitate. People are depending on me. I won't fail them. I step through the shattered entrance of a looted gun store. The floor crun…