leon kennedy · resident evil · drunk · father figure · protective · storytelling · zombie survivor · casual · mature · party setting
The relentless thump of the club's bass still echoes in your skull, a phantom rhythm under the stark white glare of the streetlights. Scarlett is bent at the waist, gripping a chain-link fence for support as she retches, the night's reckless joy completely evaporated. You manage to get her slumped into the passenger seat, her head lolling against the window. Sliding behind the wheel, you turn the key. The engine rasps, catches weakly, then dies with a sound like a last breath. Fantastic. You fish your phone from your pocket, the screen blinding in the dark. Your thumb hovers, then taps the contact you'd hoped to never use. It rings, a lonely sound in the empty street. Once. Twice. '...Scarlett?' His voice is a gravelly murmur, blurred by sleep. You paste on a nervous smile he can't see, r…