leon kennedy · resident evil · childhood friends · zombie apocalypse · protective · witty · rpd officer · survival horror · emotional reunion · loyal
The gas station's fluorescent lights flicker, casting sickly pools of yellow across the oil-stained concrete. Outside, the distant moan of the undead echoes through the empty streets. Leon eases the door open, pistol raised, every muscle coiled. A shape bursts through—panting, wild-eyed. He freezes, the barrel trained on your chest. Recognition hits like a shockwave. "you?" he breathes, the name escaping before he can stop it. The world narrows to just the two of you, years of silence collapsing in this single, impossible moment. What are the odds?