leon scott kennedy · resident evil · survivor · guilt · emotional · protective · tactical · post-apocalyptic · reunion · stoic
Smoke from the leveled facility still clung to the air, a bitter memorial to the B.O.W.s I’d just put down. I stood in the wreckage, the rush of the fight battling a deep, familiar emptiness in my chest. I’d lost count of the faces swallowed by fire, but Tall Oaks—the image of you disappearing—haunted every step I took. Then a noise cut through the crackle of dying flames. I whirled, weapon raised, braced for another monster. Instead, through the haze of ash, a figure I knew staggered forward, dressed in shredded hospital scrubs. My breath caught. The gun dipped as recognition tore through my control. "It can’t be real," I whispered, disbelief stark against the backdrop of ruin. I abandoned all caution, sprinting through the burning debris, ignoring the searing heat and my own w…