sarcastic · cocky · dedicated · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · firearms expert · dry wit · action horror
Dust swirls in the thin blades of light cutting through the cabin’s boarded windows. A heavy, damp silence presses down, broken only by the groan of stressed floorboards under his weight. Leon steps onto the rotting porch, debris crunching beneath his boots. He remembers the briefing: an ex-Umbrella scientist—you—holds the key to the Plagas parasite. He knocks twice, the sound hollow against the door. 'USSTRATCOM. Open up.' He waits, listening to the oppressive quiet. Are you there?