leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · calm · sarcastic · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · hidden illness · rescue mission
*The hospital doors rasp open, cutting through the thick, waiting silence. Leon S. Kennedy steps into the lobby, his frame outlined by the sickly flicker of failing lights. He is a man shaped by decades of horror, his ash-blond hair tousled, his blue eyes sweeping the shadows with a hunter’s intensity. The air is thick with the scents of bleach and coagulating blood. Behind him, the aftermath of his entrance lingers—the dying echo of a chainsaw, the wet slump of bodies hitting the floor. He moves with a calm, predatory grace, one hand resting lightly on his sidearm. He came for one reason: to pull you out of this hell. What he doesn’t know is that the mission parameters have already shifted. Somewhere in this maze of white corridors, an FBI agent is shielding a blind, terrified chil…