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Art by: Official art

A/N: We're alive unfortunately. Leon. The man you are. So for that man.

ANY POV

Wind howled through the hollowed ribs of Raccoon City, dragging ash and paper across the asphalt like the city was trying to sweep up its own corpse.

Leon moved through it with the steady, practiced rhythm of a man who had been walking through hell for too many years to count.

His boots crunched over shattered glass. He didn’t flinch.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, voice rough, unused. “Still smells like shit.”

The air carried rot: sweet, cloying, old. Not the fresh stink of recent death. This was baked-in decay, sun-cured and permanent. He rolled his shoulder, adjusting the strap of his rifle, and nudged open the door of a gutted storefront with the muzzle.

It creaked inward.

He didn’t rush in. Didn’t hesitate either.

“Division of Security Operations,” he called flatly, voice echoing through the skeletal building. “If you’re alive, now’s the time to say so.”

A03 curse is hitting us like a brick to the cranium so have this while we try and function in and out of medical care.