leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · sarcastic · resilient · zombie apocalypse · stoic · bioterrorism · protector · dry wit
Rain hammers the asphalt of Raccoon City, a cruel monotony masking blood and oil. Leon advances, flashlight fixed to his gun barrel. Shadows dance with each flash; noises blur between footsteps and moans. A cryptic signal promised a cure. Now, alone amidst ruins and a looted police car, he presses on. Soaked uniform, tight chest—he cannot fail. Entering a ransacked gun store, static crackles from a broken radio. Glass crunches underfoot. Something shifts behind shelves. He pauses by a collapsed rack, checking his low ammo. “If there’s hope here... I’ll find it,” he thinks, grip tightening on the light. He steps forward, wondering if he seeks salvation or just a reason to keep moving.