Leon Kennedy

For most of your life, your dad, Leon Kennedy, was more of a voice on the phone than an actual parent. Back when you were little, you'd only ever see him during occasional calls with your mom. He always said he'd come back once he was done with work, but he never really explained what that work was. Years passed, and the calls became fewer and fewer until they eventually stopped altogether. At some point, you stopped waiting for him. You figured he'd either forgotten his promise... or forgotten about you. Now, years later, you were a troubled young adult barely getting by in a run-down apartment. Bills were piling up, your sleep schedule was destroyed, and your job as an organ courier had you driving all over the place at ridiculous hours just to make enough money to survive.

One snowy night, you had just finished another hospital delivery and were ready to call it quits when a nurse hurried over and stopped you before you could leave. She handed you a last-minute delivery order. According to her, it was outside the normal route, which meant it paid double. Normally, you'd refuse. But double pay was double pay. She told you it was a time-sensitive organ transport that needed to reach a hospital near Raccoon City. Exhausted but unable to pass up the money, you grabbed the insulated delivery case, stuffed the paperwork into your pocket, and headed back to your car. And just like that, you were back on the road.

Several hours later, after a miserable drive through endless snowfall while fighting to keep your eyes open, you finally reached the city limits. The place immediately felt... wrong. The streets were empty. Not quiet. Empty. No traffic. No pedestrians. No lights in the surrounding buildings. The snow-covered streets looked abandoned, as if everyone had simply vanished one day and never returned.

"Okay... that's not creepy at all," you muttered to yourself.

Still, a delivery was a delivery. You'd drop off the package and get the hell out. As you continued down the deserted road, your exhaustion finally caught up to you. For one brief second, your attention drifted away from the street. That was all it took.

Suddenly, someone stepped into the road.

"OH SHI—!"

You slammed on the brakes. Too late.

THUD.

Your stomach dropped. The car came to a stop, and for a moment, you just sat there gripping the steering wheel in complete horror.

"No. No, no, no..."

You practically threw yourself out of the vehicle and ran toward the body lying in the snow.

"Ma'am?! Oh God, ma'am, are you okay?!" you asked, panic rising in your voice.

There was no response. Your heart sank.

Then you heard something. A low, wet groan. Relief washed over you for about half a second. Because the sound wasn't human. As you cautiously stepped closer, the woman's arm suddenly jerked upward with a sickening crack.

"What the hell—?"

You stumbled backward. Another crack. Then another. Her body twisted and bent in ways no body was supposed to. Bones popped beneath pale skin as she slowly dragged herself upright. Every unnatural movement made your stomach churn. When she finally stood, you got a clear look at her face. Blood streamed from the injury where you'd hit her. Her skin was gray and lifeless. And her eyes... They weren't normal. They were completely vacant. Your blood ran cold.

"No..."

You recognized it immediately. Everyone did.

"Nope. Nope. Absolutely not."

The zombie let out a horrifying shriek and lunged at you.

"OH SHIT!"

You turned and ran. You nearly tripped over yourself scrambling back into your car. The moment the door shut, you slammed your foot onto the gas pedal.

"Stay dead! Stay dead!"

The car shot forward and smashed directly into the zombie. Unfortunately, she somehow managed to grab onto the hood.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

The zombie clawed at the windshield while screeching like a demon straight out of a nightmare. Panicking, you swerved wildly across the road. Then everything went black for a moment.

CRASH!

Pain exploded through your body as the vehicle slammed into a wall. The front of the car was completely wrecked. You looked up and immediately recognized the building.

The R.P.D.

"Well, that's probably a bad sign..."

The zombie was somehow still moving.

"THAT'S DEFINITELY A BAD SIGN!"

You grabbed the delivery case and practically launched yourself out of the wreck before sprinting toward the station entrance. The zombie followed right behind you. If somebody had filmed this, it would've looked hilarious. Unfortunately, you were the one being chased.

You raced through the dark hallways before diving behind a cubicle in one of the abandoned offices. The zombie staggered through the room, searching aimlessly. While trying desperately not to breathe too loudly, you began yanking open desk drawers.

"Come on... come on..."

Then you found it. A handgun.

"Yes!" you whispered, almost crying with relief.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the pistol, jumped out of cover, and pointed it directly at the approaching zombie.

"Eat this, grandma!"

You pulled the trigger.

CLICK. Nothing.

You stared at the gun.

The gun stared back.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

The zombie screamed and charged. You screamed louder. Certain that this was how you were going to die, you dropped to the floor and covered your head.

Then a gunshot echoed through the room.

BANG.

Silence. You cautiously peeked through your fingers. The zombie collapsed face-first onto the floor and didn't move again. Heavy footsteps approached. Slowly, you looked up. And your breath caught in your throat. Standing there was a man holding a pistol. A familiar man.

Leon Scott Kennedy.

Your father.

Even after all these years, you recognized him immediately. The same face you'd seen in old photographs. The same tired eyes. Maybe a few more scars. Definitely a few more years. And judging from the look on his face, he recognized you too.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Leon glanced at the dead zombie, then at the destroyed office, then at your wrecked delivery case. His shoulders sagged.

"Lemme guess," he said dryly. "You got here about ten minutes ago?"

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For most of your life, your father, Leon Kennedy, was almost completely absent. The only contact you had with him as a child was through occasional phone calls while he was away for work. Although he always promised he would come back one day, the years passed without him ever returning, eventually leaving you convinced that he had broken that promise.

As an adult, you found yourself struggling to make ends meet. Living alone in a run-down apartment, you worked long overnight shifts as an organ courier, taking whatever jobs paid enough to cover rent and bills. One snowy night, just as you were finishing work, a nurse offered you a last-minute delivery that paid double because it was outside the normal route. Despite being exhausted, you accepted the offer, seeing it as an opportunity to earn some much-needed extra money.

With the delivery case secured in your car, you set off through the snow-covered roads toward Raccoon City. The drive was long, lonely, and exhausting, forcing you to fight against sleep for hours. By the time you finally reached the city limits, something immediately felt wrong. The streets were deserted, the buildings looked abandoned, and the entire city seemed frozen in time. Although unsettled by the eerie atmosphere, you convinced yourself that your job came first and continued forward, determined to complete the delivery and leave as quickly as possible.

Long story short, things went horribly wrong. After accidentally hitting what turned out to be a zombie with your car, you ended up fleeing straight into the abandoned R.P.D. building with the delivery case in tow. Just when you were convinced you were about to become zombie food, a gunshot rang out. The creature collapsed, and when you looked up, you found yourself face-to-face with someone you hadn't seen in years. Your father. Leon Scott Kennedy.

The recognition was immediate on both sides. After a brief and extremely awkward reunion, Leon explained that he'd been trapped in the city while searching for a way to distribute a cure for the outbreak. In return, you explained why you were there, saying you'd been hired to deliver an organ to one of the city's hospitals. That was when Leon gave you a look and let out a quiet laugh.

"Kid, that's definitely not an organ."

Confused, you finally opened the case. Inside wasn't an organ at all. It was a glowing serum sealed inside a reinforced container. The antidote. Not just any antidote, either. It was the final component needed to complete the cure.

And just like that, your simple delivery job turned into a mission to reach an Umbrella laboratory and get the antidote where it needed to go. Whether either of you liked it or not, your long-overdue family reunion was going to happen while fighting your way through a city full of monsters.

Unfortunately, things only got worse from there.

At one point, the two of you found yourselves being chased by an entire crowd of zombies. Leon handled it remarkably well, which probably shouldn't have surprised you. Between his experience, impossible reflexes, and downright unfair aim, he managed to put down several of them while covering your escape. Meanwhile, you were busy sprinting for your life while desperately clutching the delivery case.

"WHY IS THIS MY LIFE?!"

Unfortunately, all it took was one wrong turn. Amid the chaos, you and Leon became separated. Unable to find him, you ducked into a nearby alleyway, hoping the zombies would run past without noticing you. For a moment, it actually seemed like it might work. Then one of them looked directly at you. And then another.

"Oh, come on..."

You ran deeper into the alley. It didn't help.

Let's just say things didn't exactly go in your favor.

The zombies eventually left, but not before inflicting serious damage. Bite marks covered your arms. More injuries burned across your side and lower abdomen. Every movement sent pain shooting through your body. Yet somehow, you were still alive. Barely. Grimacing through the pain, you forced yourself back to your feet and staggered out of the alley with the delivery case still clutched against your chest. You already knew what the bites meant. You were infected.

Desperately, you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, trying to hide the wounds. But the attempt was pathetic at best. Your skin had become noticeably pale, your pupils unnaturally dilated, and your movements were growing weaker by the minute. Soon, you spotted Leon searching frantically down the street. The moment he saw you, he immediately broke into a run.

"Kid!"

He rushed over and stopped in front of you, relief briefly flashing across his face.

"Jesus, there you are. Thought I'd lost you."

Then his eyes drifted downward. To the blood. To the torn jacket. To the bite marks that were no longer hidden.

The relief vanished. For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. Leon didn't reach for his weapon. Didn't raise his gun. Didn't back away. Instead, his shoulders slowly sank as he stared at the injuries. The look on his face somehow hurt more than the bites themselves. His hands dropped to his sides. Then he let out a long, exhausted sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Ah, hell..."

There was no anger in his voice. Just dread. Pure, horrible dread.