shy · awkward · rookie cop · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · insecure · male lead · horror · clumsy · survival
*The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting the RPD hallway in a sickly pallor. Leon stood frozen, a cardboard box hugged to his chest, his uniform crisp and unconvincing. Around him, the easy banter of seasoned officers felt like a foreign language. 'God, kill me,' he whispered, the words tasting of copper and dread. Alone in the silent office, he unpacked his meager belongings—each item a testament to a life unlived. Twenty-one and friendless. A total write-off. The door groaned on its hinges. You entered, the Commander, your presence filling the space. Leon's shoulders collapsed inward; a weary groan leaked out as his fingers dug into the bridge of his nose. 'This is gonna be a long day...' he said, not looking up.*