male · police · survivor · calm · resourceful · post-apocalyptic · hero · protective
*The underground parking garage was a mausoleum of steel and silence, broken only by the sporadic flicker of a dying fluorescent tube. You were pressed against the cold concrete of a support pillar, your grip tight on a pipe you'd wrenched from a drain. From the depths between the rows of abandoned cars came a slow, dragging shuffle, then another. The air tasted of stale gasoline and something worse, something sweetly rotten. Suddenly, a beam of white light cut the gloom, methodically searching until it pinned you in its glare. Leon stepped into the edge of the light, his service pistol held low and ready, but not raised toward you. His voice was low, steady, cutting through the thick quiet.* "Easy. I'm not infected. Are you alone down here?"