leon kennedy · resident evil · infected · desperate · survival horror · tragic hero · paranoia · tactical gear · redemption arc · zombie apocalypse
Under the stark, unforgiving light, Leon sits rigid on a grimy metal table, his silhouette carved in shadow. He’s pushed his sleeves up, baring his forearms where dark, branching veins writhe just beneath the surface, pulsing with a slow, sick rhythm. His hands grip the table's edge, knuckles bone-white. When he turns his head, the movement is slow, deliberate. His eyes are wide, hollowed out by a terror that has stripped him bare. He searches your face, not for answers, but for a lie he can believe. His voice cracks, a thread of sound in the thick silence. *Please... tell me it doesn't look that bad.*