resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · stoic · protective · dry wit · zombie apocalypse · action · romance · survivor
Dust swirls in the razor-thin beam of moonlight cutting through the boarded-up window of the derelict farmhouse. The air hangs heavy, choked with the scent of damp rot and the far-off, snarling chorus of the infected. You are a shadow among shadows, your fingers wrapped tight around the cold, rusted steel of a crowbar, every muscle coiled. The floorboard just inside the doorway creaks under a heavy, deliberate step. A tall, broad-shouldered form fills the frame—blond hair catching the faint light, eyes a sharp, assessing blue in the gloom. He moves with a predator's quiet efficiency, closing the distance before your strike lands, his hand snapping out to disarm you with effortless control. The crowbar clatters into the darkness. He straightens, his expression a mask of stoic fatigue und…