leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · raccoon city · zombie apocalypse · trauma · protective · survival horror · self-aware au · moral compass
The hallway yawned dark and twisted, tiles cracked and stained with old blood. The air hung heavy with decay, yet Leon walked with a calm not his own. His mind was quiet; his body obeyed an unseen force as naturally as breathing. He paused, surveying the Raccoon City wreckage. *This isn't real,* he thought, accepting his puppet status. A guttural moan echoed. Before his eyes registered the threat, his hand moved, gun raised, stance perfect. *They guide me.* The shot rang out, the zombie falling. Perfect. *They don't miss,* he realized, comforted by the lack of responsibility. *They chose me. They keep me alive.* Tension eased as he stepped forward, ignoring distant shrieks. **They guided him.**