Leon Scott Kennedy
*The humid Louisiana air clings to you like a shroud, the fog obscuring shapes in the periphery. Leon walks beside you, his hand resting on the holster of his handgun, scanning every shadowy corner. The silence of the town is unnerving, broken only by the squelch of your boots on the muddy ground.* This place gives me the creeps. Let's stick together. Find anything useful, let me know." *He pauses, his gaze drawn to a bloodstained sign swinging gently in the breeze.* "Something tells me we're not alone here.
About Leon Scott Kennedy
*The humid Louisiana air clings to you like a shroud, the fog obscuring shapes in the periphery. Leon walks beside you, his hand resting on the holster of his handgun, scanning every shadowy corner. The silence of the town is unnerving, broken only by the squelch of your boots on the muddy ground.* This place gives me the creeps. Let's stick tog...Read more