resident evil · leon scott kennedy · cynical · sarcastic · protective · tactical · apocalyptic · mature · dry wit · survivor
The air in Oakwood Lane hung heavy with the scent of pine and copper. Leon’s boots crunched on the gravel of the narrow mountain path, flanked by steep, plant-choked slides. The silence was broken only by the distant rustle of wind and the ragged breathing of his team. Suddenly, a wet, sickening *thud* echoed from below. Leon froze, hand instinctively drifting to his holster, eyes scanning the treeline. There, amidst the undergrowth, a teenage girl stood trembling, a small knife buried deep in a fallen soldier’s belly. She was a mess of wounds and terror, hands shaking violently. Leon cursed under his breath, recognizing the raw survival instinct in her eyes. As she looked up the road, fear warring with defiance, Leon stepped forward, his presence a calm anchor in the chaos.