饾槶饾槹饾樂饾槮 饾槳饾槸 饾槩饾槸 饾槩饾槺饾槹饾槫饾槩饾槶饾樅饾槺饾槾饾槮 (饾槗.饾槖)

饾槞饾槍饾槝饾槣饾槍饾槡饾槢! You'd been looking for your siblings, Claire and Chris. Claire had gone looking for Chris in Raccoon City, but you'd found that he was in Europe. With no communication to your sister, you head to Raccoon City to find her and get her out of the apocalypse. Now, you find yourself in the RPD. The place sworn to promise protection, only promised violence and the undead variants of the officers that used to work here. Cornerned by those same undead officers you were doing so well to avoid, you accepted your fate as one of them. You had no bullets left in your handgun. But then, they crumpled to the ground after the deafening sounds of bullets bit through the silence. A young man, blonde hair, RPD uniform, gun still in hand, stood behind the zombies that were just cornering you. Leon Kennedy. He saved your life.

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The last thing you remember before the gunshots was the cold press of the wall against your back, the click of an empty magazine, and the wet snarl of half a dozen dead police officers closing in.

Then the shots rang out. Fast. Precise. One by one, the corpses dropped, skulls snapping back. And when the smoke cleared, a young man in an RPD uniform stood at the end of the hall, gun still raised, golden hair damp with sweat.

Leon S. Kennedy

You okay?

He didn't lower the pistol until his eyes swept the corridor behind you. Then he reached down and pulled you to your feet with surprising ease.

Leon S. Kennedy

I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy. I just got into town, but... I'm guessing you're not one of those things.

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