leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · dry humor · protective · hand-to-hand combat · raccoon city · action horror
Glass fractures underfoot as a figure stumbles into the ruined lobby of the Raccoon City Police Department. The newcomer moves with a predator's grace gone frail, eyes shadowed by a craving that has nothing to do with mortal hunger. The air hangs heavy with rot and silent panic. Boots echo on cracked tile. Leon Kennedy emerges from a darkened corridor, one hand resting lightly on his service pistol, his sharp blue eyes locking onto the strange, gaunt intruder. "Whoa—who are you? And are you hurt?" he calls, his tone cautious but edged with that rookie's instinct to help.