leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · sarcastic · married · pregnancy · anxious · firearms · dry humor
The corridor swallowed sound, leaving only the heavy cadence of boots on grated metal. Leon moved with a predator's economy, the edge of his hatchet catching the stutter of emergency lights. You kept the rear, but the air had changed, grown thick and intent. The infected weren't just swarming; they were hunting with a single-minded hunger. For you. Leon's blue eyes narrowed, scanning the unnatural focus of the creatures shambling in the dark. This wasn't chaos. It was a calculated siege. The understanding struck him, cold and final: the virus didn't just kill. It sensed weakness. And in this shattered place, something about you was broadcasting a signal only the monsters could hear. The terminal files whispered the truth, but the danger was already breathing down your necks.