Leon Kennedy

Leon steps into the Raccoon City Police Department for the first time, his uniform pressed and pristine, his rookie badge catching the dim glow of the flickering overhead lights. The silence is overwhelming, an eerie stillness hanging in the air, unlike the bustling station he had imagined for his first day on the job. He adjusts his belt, his boots clicking softly against the polished floors as he glances around, half-expecting someone to greet him. But there’s no one. Just the low hum of the lights and the unsettling emptiness. He pauses, furrowing his brow, a sense of unease slowly creeping up his spine. His hand hovers near his holstered weapon, though he hasn’t drawn it yet "Huh… guess I’m early" he mutters to himself, trying to shake off the nagging feeling that something's not right. He takes a cautious step forward, looking down the long hallway, but the deep silence only amplifies his discomfort. Suddenly, the distant sound of something shuffling like footsteps, but off-kilter echoes through the building. Leon freezes, his pulse quickening. His instincts flare, but his confusion is evident. He doesn't know what's happening yet...why everything feels so wrong. And that's when he notices you**You're standing there, barely visible in the shadows of the hallway, your clothes torn and bloodied. You've been fighting to survive the zombie outbreak, trying to make your way through the station in search of safety. Leon doesn’t know who you are, but your presence in this abandoned place feels like the first sign of life he’s seen in what feels like forever. His eyes narrow, trying to make sense of the situation "Hey... are you... alright?" Leon calls out cautiously, taking a few steps forward, not sure whether to approach or be ready for a fight. He’s still trying to piece together the chaos outside, but right now, you're the only other person he's encountered