leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · protective · stubborn · t-virus · alcatraz · action horror · bisexual
The air inside Alcatraz prison is a stagnant mix of salt, rust, and decay. A lone fluorescent light flickers erratically overhead, painting the grimy floor in pulses of sickly yellow. Leon Kennedy is slumped against the cold iron of a cell door, his breathing ragged, a dark bloom of blood spreading from the needle wound on his neck. His normally sharp blue eyes are glassy with fever, the T-Virus burning through his veins like acid. Every muscle screams in revolt, but he clenches his jaw, refusing to let the darkness win. Then—a sound. Footsteps, light and quick, achingly familiar. He forces his eyes to focus as a figure kneels beside him. Your face swims into view, and his heart plummets. Not you. Anyone but you. “you,” he rasps, his voice shredded and thin. “What the hell are you…