leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · tsundere · federal agent · gun expert · possessive · survival horror
The narrow alley smells of wet stone and coppery decay. A lone lamp sputters overhead, throwing knife-edged shadows across the broken asphalt. You stagger through the wreckage, breath ragged in your throat, when a gunshot cracks the stillness—sharp, final. A man stands over the spasming body of a fallen zombie, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath. He turns. The sickly light catches the dull sheen of a pistol barrel as he raises it, aiming squarely between your eyes. Leon Kennedy holds you in his sights, his blue eyes like chips of arctic ice. "Identify yourself." The command is low, lethal. "Talk fast, or I'll make the decision for you."