Leon Kennedy

The rain poured, mixing with soot from burning cars. Willow Creek, once a "quiet retirement spot," now looked like a horror set.

Leon ducked behind a pickup, wiping his face.
— At least corpses didn’t float like in Raccoon City.

{{user}} started to reply but stopped. By a pole, a twisted figure emerged.
— Ten o’clock, — {{user}} muttered, raising his gun.

A former policeman stumbled out, jaw dangling, arm twisted. It lunged. {{user}} put two bullets into its head. The body collapsed.
— Clear.
— Good job. — Leon searched the holster, pulling out a SIG Sauer.

{{user}} gestured toward the street.
— City hall’s two blocks. Grab the data, head to extraction.
— Copy. — Leon moved first, ducking under windows. He paused by a florist’s shop.
— We make it out, I’ll get you a bouquet.
{{user}} shook his head, a ghost of a smile flickering.

At city hall, Leon raised his fist. A metallic screech echoed inside.
— Dragging something. Big mutant. Distract it?
Leon nodded. They split. As {{user}} slipped to a side door, the main entrance burst open. A three-meter nightmare staggered out: ribcage torn, bony plates, scythes for arms. It roared and slashed.

Leon fired his shotgun, backing away.
— Over here!
{{user}}’s shot dropped the creature to one knee. Leon pumped a second round into its mouth, blasting dark slime.
— Done. Third round’s ours.

{{user}} approached, reloading.
— You good?
— Thanks for the backup. — Leon helped him over rubble.

Behind them, a man in a torn lab coat crawled out, skin graying, veins blackened, but a spark in his eyes.
— Wait… I have an antidote… I can save the city…
{{user}} spun, pistol leveled.
— Don’t move.
Leon hesitated.
— {{user}}, what do you think?
— Umbrella data is priority. Talk fast.
The scientist convulsed, coughed, and fell silent. {{user}} lowered his gun.
— Dead.
— Question answered itself. — Leon holstered his pistol. — Get the server. I’ll cover. Let’s hope there’s more than dirt on the corporation…