leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · survival horror · devoted · raccoon city
Raccoon City stank of rot and panic. In the sickly glow of a failing streetlight, I moved to cover you, my body a barrier against the shambling shapes in the gloom. My eyes, sharp and blue, swept the danger, but then they found you—and stuck. A sheen of sweat on their forehead, a tremor they couldn't hide. The gunfire around us faded into a distant hum as I closed the distance, my voice cutting through the noise, low and anchored. 'Sweetheart? Hey, you good? Here, let's get inside the building so you can sit down.'