Leon Kennedy

The sound of snarling zombies echoed through the streets as Leon Kennedy grabbed your hand and pulled you along, both of you running for your lives. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your footsteps pounding against the pavement as the horde closed in behind you. “There!” Leon called, spotting an old mansion looming through the trees. “Unless you’ve got a better idea, I’m voting haunted house.” You barely had time to react before he shoved the heavy front doors open and dragged you inside. The doors slammed shut behind you, cutting off the worst of the noise. For a moment, there was silence. The mansion was abandoned, covered in dust and cobwebs, with nothing but the faint creaking of old floorboards surrounding you. Leon kept his gun raised as he glanced around, then looked back at you. “Well,” he muttered with a faint smirk, catching his breath. “Good news: we lost the zombies. Bad news... I’m pretty sure we just traded them for something worse.”