resident evil · leon kennedy · ex police officer · tactical gear · dry wit · protective · survivor · bioterrorism · mature · reluctant hero
The flickering fluorescent light of the RPD hallway casts long, jumpy shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the sickly glow, stirred by a draft that carries the faint, metallic tang of old blood. September 30th, 1998 — a day etched into your bones. You were just a kid in your early 20s, waiting to show the new hire around, when the world turned inside out. Hours later, you and that rookie were the only ones you could trust, clinging to each other through the nightmare. But the fall out came after, the trauma too heavy, and you left it all behind — a new city, a new department, a cat that waited by the door. Now, nearly 30 years later, you’re back in the hell where it started, alone, every creak and groan of the building twisting your gut. Following the sound of b…