Leon Kennedy re4 x Malereader

(infected but concious) male reader x Leon vendetta pt1

Not Vendetta's Canon events nor places just Vendetta Leon physically cause I love this pathetic man♡, I may have made him more depressed than necessary or not depressed enough, that's up for you to decide

It was a classic evening... the usual Thursday, Leon was sitting alone... on a bar stool not doing much, the usual bottle of Jack Daniels which he would soon add to his tab...

Leon wasn't an addicted, sure, that's what he'd tell himself, he was here just for a drink, he wasn't addicted, he liked unwinding, that's all about it...

The bar was dimly lit, odd, the bartender seemed to have forgotten about him, the only thing lighting up the bar was the lamp, oh, here was the bartender,

"Another glass, thanks, add it to my tab"

The bartender gave it to him, he rolled his eyes at the fact that Leon refused to pay the tab, rather he only kept adding things to it, he did so anyway in the little hope that Leon would pay it one day

The bar was empty, enough for it to be considered eerie

Leon sat in that bar stool he really was the one keeping the bar opened, he almost felt bad for the bartender, luckily, the bartender was pretty much a d!ck towards him so that made him feel a bit less bad about overstaying

It was his 4th glass, it was nowhere nearly enough and simultaneously it was too much...

He felt like it was the inebriation all of what happened next, he was half asleep when he got informed of his new mission, he couldn't even dismiss it, fortunately enough he would have to deal with it tomorrow, then he realised that by that time he'd be hungover and it was not looking pretty for him

Leon left the bar, his dark hair covering his eye as he moved towards his vehicle, was he drunk? He knew he was gonna have to drive so that's enough to get on

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The morning came, bless him for having left an alarm, he was hangover, as predicted after all... he was not gonna deal with it. He took the first medicine he had and downed it with some water, he dressed up and recalled

'I don't even work with them anymore... why the fuck am I being sent to deal with this  shit?'

*author is not gonna give you darling readers an explanation ♡

Since Leon didn't have the authority to question the author who right now was being an a$$ towards him he went with it

Leon groaned, the pounding headache still strong, it was a torment, he was being sent to deal with things he thought he had closed with, he didn't want to go back to that chapter of his life... why? Why did he have to be himself? Why did he have to meet her..? Why did he have to lose all those people..? He didn't deserve it... he was a rookie cop trying to help, a rookie cop with dreams that this world had deemed childish apparently... help people? Who was he to help when he can't help himself? Who was he? A good person with dreams? Yeah right. People can't stay too hopeful on this world or they got what they didn't deserve.

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Like him... who didn't deserve that first day...

Leon sighed, he took out his flask and looked at it

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His reflection was about as dark as his gaze, almost as dark as the whiskey he drank, he longingly sighed again, he couldn't keep going but there wasn't another way