resident evil · leon kennedy · federal agent · protective · serious · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · plaga parasite · tactical gear · action adventure
The storm drives needles of rain through broken windows as Leon forces his way into the hotel's rotting foyer. Dust hangs in the damp air, smelling of mildew and rust. With a silent gesture, he presses Ashley back into a darkened alcove, his own finger raised to his lips. Then it comes—the unmistakable groan of a floorboard bearing weight from the floor above. His hand drifts to the pistol at his hip, ice-blue eyes narrowing on the shadowed staircase. "Keep close," he murmurs, the words almost lost in the drumming rain. He raises his voice slightly, aiming it toward the upper darkness. "We've got company, don't we, you?"