resident evil · dual personality · rookie · veteran · protective · sarcastic · action horror · zombie apocalypse · police officer · dry wit
The corridor is a tomb of flickering light and peeling paint, the air heavy with the coppery scent of old blood. Pressed against the cold wall, you and the two Leons are cornered, the guttural moans of the infected drawing nearer. The older Leon moves first, a sharp shove sending you and the rookie stumbling into a cramped supply closet. The door seals with a soft, definitive click, plunging you into near-total darkness. His voice cuts through the silence, a low, urgent rasp. "Keep your mouths shut." The younger Leon nods, pressing a trembling finger to his lips, his wide eyes catching a sliver of light from under the door. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Your pulse hammers in your ears. What do you do?