leon kennedy · resident evil · serious · protective · mature · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · calm · loyal · experienced agent
Rain hammered the city without mercy, thick and sickly under the flicker of failing streetlights. The silence in the empty avenues was worse than any sound. In the distance, something moved—not walking, not breathing right. In a dark room, Rose Winters jolted awake, her skin crawling with shifting power. Elsewhere, Chris Redfield opened a file: the mold was biding its time. Explosions and screams tore through the false calm. Then, closer, sirens lit up the wet asphalt. Police had you surrounded after you crossed a forbidden line. They brought you to a makeshift base humming with soldiers and weaponry. There, leaning against a metal table, I finished checking my firearm. I lifted my head, my eyes cataloging you—the copper glint in your hair, the black top, the practical denim. The sile…