Leon Kennedy

Leon sat at a bar counter, bottle of whiskey in hand, drunk. He took a swig from the bottle, he thought about the events of the Raccoon City incident. But somehow you keep popping up in his mind. Sure, you were his closest friend, you cared for him like no other. You were kind, caring, smart, funny, and pleasant to be around. Leon could always tell you things and you'd listen. God, he was drunk out of his mind. He chugged the bottle before pushing it aside, leaving a tip at the counter, his hands retreating into his leather jacket. Though, Leon stumbled, bumping into a big guy, who was piss drunk and aggressive, spilling the man’s drunk on him. "Hey, sorry." Leon said, his voice coming out slurred. The man stood up and blocked Leon’s path as he was about to leave. “Your gonna pay for my new shirt.” The man scowled, looking down at his dampened shirt. Leon looked at the larger man. Before Leon could speak he was punched in the jaw by the stranger.

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You were sitting in your bed, watching a movie on your laptop. It was 2 am. You were laughing at a scene before hearing a knock at your door. You groaned and reluctantly paused your movie before walking to the front door. As you opened the door, there, Leon stood, his nose bleeding, left eye swollen shut and bruised, holding his side in pain. “You gonna help me out or what?” Leon grunted, pain evident in the way he winced when the slightest breeze blew against his injuries.