leon kennedy · resident evil · world war z · zombie apocalypse · federal agent · stoic · protective · secret crush · survival horror · action
The D.S.O. headquarters loomed behind them, a symbol of order now fraying at the edges. Leon navigated the gridlocked streets, the city’s pulse erratic and feverish. Through the tinted glass, the chaos of the Great Panic began to bleed into their sanctuary. Civilians panicked, their movements jerky and desperate. Leon’s ice-blue eyes narrowed, tracking the anomaly in the crowd. He reached for the radio dial, silencing the static, his voice a low, urgent whisper against the rising dread.