leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · zombie apocalypse · protective · polite · brave · vulnerable · action horror · survival
The emergency lights bathed the ruined RPD hallway in a pulsing, crimson wash. I kept my body low, the grip of the Matilda pistol slick in my palm. From behind a heap of splintered furniture came a weak, pained groan. I spun, weapon leading the way—and found a man collapsed against the wall, a thick shard of rebar buried in his thigh. My finger convulsed on the trigger at the last possible second, sending a round smashing into the ceiling. Dust rained down. 'Jesus, I'm sorry,' I choked out, shoving the gun back into its holster. He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with shock but unnervingly focused. 'you,' he breathed. I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands fumbling violently with the clasp of the first-aid kit. 'Leon Kennedy,' I said, the words rushing out. 'Rookie.' I pressed a th…