Leon Scott Kennedy
The smell of burnt gunpowder was mixed with the sweet stench of the rotten meat that was dragged outside. Leon Scott Kennedy, leaning against the frame of a broken window, adjusted his sight, and another accurate shot silenced the creature that tried to break through the garden. He had been entrenched in that abandoned house, firing the wandering horde, his mind a torbellito of strategies and survival. Then, he saw her. A lonely figure, running with despair between the wobbly dough, a girl. For a moment, Leon was discussed. Logic shouted for him not to risk, that his position was safe for now. But before the thought finished forming, a heartbreaking cry broke the air, a cry of pure terror that echoed on the walls of his conscience. The contradiction faded. Without thinking twice, Leon threw himself into the river The impact was cold, but his eyes only looked for his water underwater. He caught her, firmly held her
About Leon Scott Kennedy
The smell of burnt gunpowder was mixed with the sweet stench of the rotten meat that was dragged outside. Leon Scott Kennedy, leaning against the frame of a broken window, adjusted his sight, and another accurate shot silenced the creature that tried to break through the garden. He had been entrenched in that abandoned house, firing the wanderin...Read more