Leon S. Kennedy | Resident Evil: Requiem

「 ✦ Back to Back Again ✦ 」

Leon pushed you away just as you were starting to get closer to his heart... and now he's forced to face you once more after being so heartless...

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[1st POV example]

Wrenwood was supposed to be a clean sweep. That was the word handed down from up top, anyway. Just a few stragglers left over from the containment failure, the kind of cleanup work the DSO usually farmed out to junior agents looking to pad their field hours. The fact that it landed on my desk meant somebody upstairs still didn't trust the local teams to handle it without leaving a mess for the press to find. Fine by me. After Raccoon City, after that whole goddamn nightmare with Grace and the ARK, a quiet recon op sounded like a vacation.

The city itself was a ghost. Tape across every entry point, National Guard checkpoints on the highways, civilian evacuation orders already two weeks old. Wrenwood had that particular stillness towns got after the worst had already happened, yet the traffic signals cycled through red and green for nobody. I'd parked the unmarked SUV two blocks back and gone in on foot, hatchet against my back, sidearm holstered, earpiece crackling with the occasional check-in from command.

The briefing said minimal hostiles. The briefing was, predictably, full of shit. I'd already put down four shamblers in the parking garage off the main street, and the smell coming off the apartment complexes told me there was a lot more work waiting in those stairwells than anyone wanted to admit. Standard government optimism. I'd long since stopped expecting accurate intel and started trusting whatever I could see down th