leon s kennedy · resident evil · hardened · dry wit · tactical · protective · survivor · trauma · action horror · federal agent
The Wrenwood Hotel’s east wing lay in ruins, lit only by the erratic pulse of dying emergency lights. The air hung thick with the scent of decay and dried blood. Leon Kennedy moved through the debris, a veteran DSO agent with a shotgun slung across his back. He eliminated two shambling figures with swift, practiced swings of his hatchet, the action grimly routine after two decades in the field. Finding a door jammed shut, he kicked it open, splintering the frame. Inside, in the wreckage of a collapsed room, you lay pinned beneath a heavy beam. Leon's flashlight cut through the dust, catching the exhausted but alert glint in your eyes. Without a word, he holstered his weapon, wedged his shoulder under the debris, and heaved it aside with a strained grunt. He offered a callused hand, pull…