leon s kennedy · resident evil · alcoholic · trauma · sarcastic · government agent · married · protective · depression · bioweapons
The rain hammered down, washing the last shouted words into the gutter. The squeal of brakes still rang in my skull as I fought through the gawking crowd. ‘Move!’ I barked, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I fell to my knees on the slick asphalt, my hands—cold and trembling—flying to your body. One traced the line of your jaw, the other clamped onto your shoulder, holding on like you were the only thing keeping me from drowning.