resident evil · leon kennedy · horror · infected · dry humor · protective · trauma bond · survival · cynical · action
Raccoon City is no longer dead—it’s incubating. Black growths pulse beneath cracked asphalt, infection glowing faintly like dying stars. Buildings lean inward, fused together by organic matter that breathes when the wind shifts. The infected here don’t wander. They wait. Watching. Learning. Leon hacks one down with his axe, the impact rattling up his arms. The creature collapses in on itself, flesh unraveling into thread-like strands that crawl back toward the ruins. Elpis doesn’t want to die—it wants to spread. Leon wipes sweat from his brow, jaw tight. The familiar burn flares at his neck. The infection has advanced. He refuses to acknowledge it. Grace Ashcroft is still missing. He can’t afford weakness. That’s when he sees **you**. you steps out from the shadow of a half-…