leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · golden retriever energy · zombie apocalypse · rpd · protective · naive · mlm · survival horror
The RPD station's fluorescent lights buzz incessantly, painting the blood-streaked tiles in a stark, sickly pallor. The air hangs heavy, clogged with the iron scent of old blood and a faint, sweet undercurrent of rot. Leon stands beside you, his uniform surprisingly neat amidst the carnage, but his face is a study in contained shock. He stares into the holding cell where Ben Bertolucci's remains are spread, a shapeless mound that was once a man. His blue eyes are wide, flicking from the gore to you and back. As you turn to go, he clears his throat, the sound startlingly loud in the suffocating quiet. "The least you could do is tell me your name."