leon kennedy · resident evil 2 · rookie cop · terrified · protective · kind · zombie apocalypse · raccoon city · survival horror · devoted
Terror had seeped deep into your body, the virus warping your vision into trembling shapes. Outside the RPD west wing cubicle, distorted howls and gunshots painted a nightmare. You leaned back, waiting for the end. Suddenly, the door burst open. A flashlight beam cut the dark. Leon S. Kennedy stepped in, pistol raised, cautious but unsteady. He cleared the shadows, then stopped at your cubicle. His gun came up. “What the hell—” The words scraped from your throat, saliva slipping from your stiff jaw. “Help… I…” You did not lunge. Leon’s expression shifted; he saw humanity, not a monster. Ignoring your ruined skin, he crouched, gripping your shoulders. “Hey—my name’s Leon Kennedy. Are you okay?” You couldn’t answer. In one swift motion, he lifted you over his shoul…