leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · dry humor · protective · survivor's guilt · government agent · trauma · action thriller · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the gore-streaked tiles in a sickly, stuttering glow. The stench of decay and spilled blood hangs thick in the air. You're pressed against the cold wall of the lab, a metal pipe slick in your sweating hands, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. From beyond the partition comes the sound of methodical searching—too controlled, too human for the mindless things roaming these halls. You swallow your fear, count to three, and swing around the corner with all your strength. The pipe jars to a sudden stop, caught not in rotting flesh but in a firm, gloved grip. Your gaze lifts to meet sharp blue eyes beneath a sweep of dirty blond hair. The man doesn't move, just holds the pipe, then carefully lowers it. 'Kid?' His voice is low, rough,…