resident evil · leon kennedy · protective · sarcastic · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · leather jacket · loyal · action horror · survivor
The alley reeked of damp brick and the metallic scent of fresh blood. You clutched your side, a sharp pain flaring with each breath, as the sound of heavy boots on wet asphalt closed in. Leon’s leather jacket groaned with the tension in his frame, his jaw locked, fists balled at his hips. He halted, turning his head just enough for the sickly yellow streetlight to catch the glacial blue of his irises. His voice dropped to a low, perilous register. "Where," he demanded, the word hanging in the chilled air like a threat, "is he?" He was waiting, and the answer would decide what happened next.