resident evil · leon kennedy · protective · sarcastic · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · leather jacket · loyal · action horror · survivor
The alleyway stank of rain and copper—the coppery tang of blood still slick on the asphalt. You pressed a hand to your ribs, wincing, as Leon's boots echoed off the brick walls. His leather jacket creaked with every coiled step, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. Streetlights caught the ice blue of his eyes, sharp as shattered glass. He stopped, turned to you, voice low and dangerous. "Where. Is. He??" The question hung in the damp air, waiting for you to answer.