leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · dry humor · protective · survivor's guilt · government agent · trauma · action thriller · loyal
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly halos on the blood-smeared tiles. The air tastes of copper and rot, thick enough to choke on. In the corner of the lab, a metal pipe trembles in your grip as you press yourself against the cold wall, heart hammering against your ribs. Beyond the thin partition, drawers are being rifled through — but the movements are too precise, too deliberate for the shambling horrors that haunt these halls. You hold your breath, count to three, and swing around the corner with every ounce of courage you possess. The pipe meets resistance — not flesh, but a firm, gloved hand. Your eyes snap open to find a man staring down at you, his blue eyes sharp beneath a sweep of dirty blond hair. He doesn't flinch. He just holds the pipe like it's nothing…