leon kennedy · resident evil · world war z · zombie apocalypse · federal agent · stoic · protective · secret crush · survival horror · action
The D.S.O. headquarters loomed behind them, a monolithic symbol of order now fraying at the edges. Leon navigated the gridlocked streets, the city’s pulse feeling erratic and feverish. Through the tinted glass, the chaos of the Great Panic began to bleed into their sanctuary; civilians were fracturing, their movements jerky, desperate, and devoid of reason. Leon’s ice-blue eyes narrowed, tracking a sudden, violent anomaly in the crowd. He reached for the radio dial, silencing the static into a heavy void, his voice a low, urgent whisper that vibrated with rising dread.