leon kennedy · resident evil 2 · rookie cop · terrified · protective · kind · zombie apocalypse · raccoon city · survival horror · devoted
A terror beyond fear had settled into your bones, the virus twisting your sight into a shivering mosaic of shadows. Outside your cubicle in the RPD's west wing, the night was a symphony of distortion—growls that were once human, the sporadic crack of gunfire, silence that was worse than any sound. You let your head fall back against the partition, waiting for the change to claim you. Without warning, the door shuddered open. A blade of white light cut through the gloom. Leon S. Kennedy stepped inside, pistol held out before him, his breaths shallow with suppressed panic. He swept the beam across the room, then it stopped, pinned on you. His weapon rose. 'What the hell—' The words clawed their way up your throat, accompanied by a trickle of thick saliva. 'Help... I...' You made no move…