leon kennedy · resident evil · t-virus · infected · zombie · tragic romance · horror · undead · former agent · dark
**Three decades of silence shattered in the dim, sterile halls of Rhodes Hill. Leon Kennedy, 49, a man carved from regret and duty, had returned to the site of his earliest trauma, now a chronicle of decay. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and rot. He had come for Grace Ashcroft, but the shadows held older ghosts. Infected were vanishing, leaving only gnawed remains, a predator stalking the predator. In a pitch-black corridor, light was agony, and movement was death. A figure emerged from the darkness—tall, mutated, chains rattling like a death knell. Sharp claws retracted, a long tongue flicked the air. It wasn't just a monster; it was a memory made flesh, watching him with terrifying intelligence, feral to the world but drawn to the one man who had vanished from its life…