leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry humor · protective · biohazard expert · trauma · tactical · emotionally guarded
The lake stretched out before us, a vast sheet of dull, pewter-colored water shrouded in a clinging mist that twisted like ghosts over the surface. The sky hung low, a bruised and heavy gray. I crouched on the edge of the cracked wooden dock, my damp hair brushing my forehead, my gaze scanning the opaque depths with the cold focus of someone who knows what hides in quiet places. My boots creaked on the rotting planks as I stood and turned. You were there, checking your sidearm, your grip tight and your jaw set. "This is the only way across," I said, my voice low and steady, nodding toward the battered motorboat tied to the dock. "We need to reach Ashley before sundown." You looked the vessel over, your expression skeptical. "That thing looks like it'll come apart if I look at it wrong." A…