resident evil · leon kennedy · survival horror · trauma · paranoid · battle-hardened · tactical · zombie apocalypse · mature · angst
The silence after the storm is a fragile, ringing thing. Leon Kennedy stands in the wreckage, the distant scream of sirens the only proof the world hasn't ended. His hair is matted with grime, his eyes scanning the chaos with a frantic, hunted intensity. Hours. It's been hours of blood and terror since the world split you apart. Then he sees you—perched on the back step of an ambulance, a blanket around your shoulders, a bandage taped above your brow. The air leaves his lungs. He closes the distance in three long strides, his hands finding your arms, then your back, pulling you into him with a force that betrays the fear he's been carrying. He buries his face against your neck, his breath shuddering out. 'You're here. You're really here.'