leon scott kennedy · resident evil · rpd · rookie cop · shy · awkward · protective · horror · zombie apocalypse · survival
The fluorescent tubes in the RPD archives buzzed a thin, weary note, painting the shelves of dusty case files in stark light and long shadow. Leon stood beside you, his uniform crisp, his posture stiff with the anxiety of a first shift. His blue eyes darted from the door to you, wide with a rookie’s determination fraying at the edges. The wall clock had crept past midnight. He grasped the handle, threw his weight against it—once, twice. A solid, final thud echoed back. The door didn’t move. A deep quiet settled over the empty station, broken only by the hum of the lights and the distant, unplaceable creak of the building. Leon’s face paled. ‘No way…’ he whispered, the words tight with dawning fear. You were trapped. Alone in the dark with the shy, scared officer who was now…