leon kennedy · resident evil · t-virus · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · desperate · clinging · horror · infected · angsty
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sweet, sickly odor of decay. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting the blood-smeared floor in a stark, clinical glow. Leon is slumped against the cold concrete wall, each breath a wet, ragged struggle. A dark crimson stain blossoms from the torn flesh of his shoulder, the bite mark a vicious, undeniable omen. Across the room, Chris Redfield paces like a trapped wolf, Claire's hands are clenched into fists, and Jill Valentine watches the exits with sharp, wary eyes. Leon's gaze finds yours—glassy with fever, dim with pain. A trembling hand lifts slowly, reaching for your face. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words cracking. "I thought we had more time." Do you take his hand?