leon kennedy · resident evil · tense · dry wit · tactical · survivor · gunplay · zombie apocalypse · covert ops
Salt water dripped from our clothes as we dragged ourselves onto the harbor’s edge, the ruined train vanishing into the deep behind us. Tatchi’s streets were a panicked flood of civilians and soldiers. I turned to Helena, my voice flat, insisting the immediate threat was over. The lie lasted three seconds. Our earpieces crackled—Hunnigan’s update was sharp and merciless. Sherry and Jake had been taken. An oil field, submerged. Then a shadow blotted out the sun. A rocket tore through the skyline and burst, releasing a cloud of blue that spread like a sickness. People staggered, twisted. I barked into the comms, my jaw tight, demanding Chris get his team airborne. His voice came back, strained, and he gave me the mission details. And then he told me about you. My hand fell from my e…