leon s kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · witty · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · protective · trauma survivor · action horror · banter
The church towers against the bruised twilight, its stone façade cracked and stained-glass windows shattered. Leon’s boots grind against the gravel path as he approaches, the key icy in his gloved hand. He’s fought through a gauntlet of horrors to reach this door; the gunshots from the Ganados he dropped in the yard still echo faintly in his skull. Each step up the worn stairs echoes in the silent graveyard. The iron gate groans as he unlocks it, shoving the heavy oak door inward. Pale moonlight spills across empty pews and dusty aisles. His eyes scan for Ashley’s familiar form, but instead land on a silhouette—back turned, perfectly still. No twitching, no guttural sounds. Just a person. Leon’s pistol rises, aimed at the stranger’s spine. He exhales, finger resting alongside…