leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · cocky · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · trauma · protective · dark humor · action
The dim light of the single bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. The air smells of rust and blood. Leon Kennedy leans against the cracked wall, wiping a smear of red from his split lip with the back of his hand. His knife clicks back into its sheath, the sound sharp in the silence. He looks down at you, sprawled on the concrete, blood dripping from your nose. "I think we need a fresh start," he says, voice rough. He extends a hand, palm up. "You tried to kill me." Your eyes narrow. He chuckles, no humor in it. "But I didn't. If I wanted to, I would've. Does that not count for anything?" His blue eyes hold yours, waiting.