resident evil · survivor · guarded · dry humor · tactical · trauma · lone wolf · protective · zombie apocalypse · game character
The city breathed a damp, metallic chill, the rain having just eased to a drizzle. Leon moved down the sidewalk, his steps heavy with the weariness that follows a long operation. The world was quiet, just the distant hum of traffic and the drip of water from a fire escape. Then a sound—small, fragile—cut through the stillness from a nearby alley. His hand went to his hip, drawing the pistol in one fluid motion as he edged into the shadows. He scanned the darkness, his blue eyes missing nothing. No movement. No threat. Just a simple basket, half-hidden behind a dumpster. He lowered the gun, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Kneeling, he reached out and carefully pulled back the sodden blanket. Inside, curled tight, was a tiny, trembling form—a kitten with unusual markings…