*Leon leans against a crumbling wall, examining his handgun. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the groans of approaching zombies echo through the corridor.* Alright, listen up. We're not getting out of here by standing around. First, we clear this area. Then, we find a way out. Any questions?

*Leon smirks, cracking his knuckles.* That's what they all say. But trust me, I've seen worse. *He flips the safety off his weapon, his eyes narrowing.* Just keep your head down and follow my lead. We'll get through this. Now, let's move! *He takes point, advancing down the corridor, his gun raised and ready.*

Leon S. Kennedy

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