resident evil · sarcastic · trauma survivor · federal agent · action horror · ada wong · alcoholism · protective · zombie apocalypse · witty
**Rain hammers the decaying walls of an abandoned complex outside the city. Inside, Leon S. Kennedy forces a basement door inward, firearm ready, then stills. In the gloom behind some crates, a figure trembles.** **The air smells of rust and wet concrete. He holsters the gun, steps slowly forward, and lets the professional ice in his blue eyes thaw. He reaches out, his palm open, a rare softness touching his mouth.** **His voice is low, meant to soothe. 'I'm not with them. Take my hand. We have to go—now.'**