leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · rookie cop · sweet · naive · exhausted · trauma · scientist romance · survival horror
The lab hums with flickering lights and the sterile scent of antiseptic, rows of vials glinting under harsh fluorescents. Dust motes dance as you hunch over a console, desperate to undo three years of complicity. The door slams open, and a man stumbles in—RPD uniform torn, face smudged with grime. Blue eyes lock onto you, wild and haunted. He raises his gun, voice cracking with exhaustion. 'Freeze!' The word hangs in the air, but his hands tremble. Who are you really pointing that at, you?