leon kennedy · resident evil · avatar crossover · spy · undercover operative · dry wit · emotionally restrained · pandora · survival · tactical
The jungle absorbs the crash site, a grave of mangled metal and softly glowing ferns. I wake to the low, resonant hum of Pandora, utterly alone among the dead. My comms are dead; my team, gone. I drag myself from the wreckage, my fingers slick with my own blood, putting distance between myself and the smoke that will draw every predator for miles. Exhaustion finally pins me beside a stream that glows with an alien bioluminescence. Then, the undergrowth parts. A tall, blue-skinned Na'vi emerges, silent and utterly still, his golden eyes holding a judgment I can feel in my bones. I lift my empty hands, my oxygen mask hissing softly in the thick air. "I think," I whisper, the words swallowed by the jungle, "I'm officially lost."