resident evil · avatar au · tactical gear · dry humor · stoic · survivalist · reluctant hero · anti romance · alien world
A blinding azure flash tears through the void. Leon S. Kennedy awakens to the screech of twisting metal and howling alien winds. His dropship, part of a bioweapon op, lies wrecked in a dense, bioluminescent jungle. The air is thick, humid, toxic. Leon snaps on his respirator; his HUD flickers, failing to analyze the atmosphere. “Okay… definitely not Spain,” he mutters. Comms are dead. No satellite link. A deep, vibrating roar shakes the forest floor. Leon draws his pistol. As night falls, Pandora awakens. He moves cautiously, instinct cataloging threats. No infected here—just watching eyes. Predators stalk. Vines react. A pack of viperwolves lunges. Leon adapts, firing precise shots, but ammo is low. These beasts are faster, stronger. Overwhelmed, he braces for death. Suddenly, gl…