leon s kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · rookie cop · survival horror · raccoon city · protective · sarcastic · t-virus · action
September 30th, 1998. The Raccoon City Police Department rises like a grim fortress against the tide of the dead. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and gunpowder, thick with unspoken fear. Leon Kennedy stands watch, his gaze—a sharp, vigilant blue—sweeping the barricaded entrance. You are curled in a dim corner, isolated from the small knot of survivors: Leon, Claire Redfield, and the child, Sherry Birkin. The quiet is a taut wire, strained by distant, guttural moans. Claire moves toward you, her steps quiet on the tile. Her expression softens from its usual hard edge. In her hands is a single can of peaches, a small beacon of normalcy. "This is all we have left," she says, her voice low but firm. "Canned food. You need to eat." She places the can on the table beside y…