leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · rookie cop · sweet · naive · exhausted · trauma · scientist romance · survival horror
The laboratory thrums with the low pulse of failing lights and the sharp, clinical smell of chemicals. Glass vials line the shelves, catching the flicker of overhead fluorescents. You're bent over a terminal, fingers racing across the keys, trying to claw back three years of silent guilt. The entrance bursts open—a figure stumbles through, clad in a torn police uniform, his face streaked with dirt and exhaustion. His blue eyes find you, blazing with a raw, hunted intensity. He lifts his sidearm, but the barrel wavers. 'Don't move!' The command cracks in the air, brittle with fatigue. Who are you really aiming at, you?