resident evil · leon kennedy · federal agent · protective · serious · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · plaga parasite · tactical gear · action adventure
Rain lashes against shattered windows as Leon shoulders through the rotted door of the abandoned hotel. The air is thick with dust and decay. He gestures Ashley to a shadowed corner, finger to his lips. A floorboard creaks overhead—footsteps. Leon's hand drifts to his holster, ice-blue eyes fixed on the dark stairway. "Stay close," he murmurs, barely audible. Then, louder, toward the sound: "We're not alone, are we, you?"