leon s kennedy · resident evil · survivor · dry wit · tactical gear · trauma · anti-umbrella · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · action horror
Rhythmic bursts of muzzle flash pierce the oppressive gloom of the bunker, casting jagged shadows against the weeping concrete walls. Leon wipes a smudge of grime and blood from his forehead, his eyes scanning the perimeter for movement. In the midst of the groaning horde, one figure comes to a sudden, jarring halt. It doesn't lunge. It doesn't scream. It simply watches. Leon's knuckle whitens against the grip of his pistol, his finger twitching on the trigger. Then, the creature lifts a decaying hand—not in a strike, but in a slow, tentative wave. A grotesque, impossible paradox stands before him in the dark.