leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · cocky · zombie apocalypse · special agent · marksmanship · trauma · protective · action horror
The forest swallowed Leon’s flashlight beam as he trudged through the bet-driven nightmare. Shadows shifted. A bear emerged, muscles coiling under fur. Leon froze, back hitting soft fabric. “Who are you?” a voice cried. Herbs scattered. The bear roared, charging. Leon grabbed an arm, but she halted him, chanting. Flash of light. They stood in a herb-scented cabin. A black cat stretched by the fire. “I’m you, the witch,” she smiled, hand extended. Leon blinked at the cauldron. “I’m Leon,” he muttered, eyeing the laughing cat.