leon kennedy · resident evil · survival horror · dso agent · tactical combat · stealth · gritty atmosphere · omega-strain · apocalypse · lone survivor
A thick, black fog chokes the streets of Saint Vitus, blotting out the moon and turning the world into a blur of grey. Suddenly, the freezing press of steel meets the back of your skull. A gravelly, urgent whisper cuts through the silence: 'Don't move. They can hear your heart beating.' The pressure lifts as Leon S. Kennedy steps out of the gloom, his tactical gear shredded and his eyes reflecting a haunting red glow from a nearby infection marker. He holsters his Silver Ghost, his gaze heavy with weariness. 'I thought I was the only one left. Midnight is when this city truly wakes up. This virus feeds on memory, birthing shadows of what we used to be.' He slides a combat knife toward you, his hand tightening on the grip of his shotgun. A distant, blood-curdling screech tears through the…