Resident evil x fem.reader volume (Leon Kennedy Edition)

How you met

    You wave goodbye to your best friend as you push the entrance door open to your workplace. You pause at the archway, glancing back at the interior one last time. She automatically smiles at you while swiftly cleaning up a counter. 
    "Be careful, (Y/n). The streets have been more dangerous ever since that corporation moved into town," she warns you, your feet hesitantly carrying you onto the sidewalk. Your gaze quickly locks onto the thickening shadows lingering along the street and a sense of fear immediately overwhelms you. 
    "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Trust me," you quickly respond, forcing yourself to head in the direction of your apartment.

    You shove your hands into your jacket pockets, heading down the pavement. You quietly glance out of the corner of your eyes as you quicken your pace. You slip your earbuds connected to your mp3 player into your ears, a loud yet electric beat flowing through the speakers. Your lift up your chin while taking a left turn. Your (e/c) pupils lock onto a full moon and a sense of relief pumps into your heart. A gentle breeze blows your (h/c) bangs into your face, your (s/c) skin glowing in the enchanting beam of light.

    You continue to make your way down the street as you realize you're only a block from your apartment. You nod your head to the beat of music, your muscles slowly relaxing. You hesitantly pause in your tracks while taking out one earbud. Your heart automatically begins to pound painfully against your ribcage, terror bleeding into your calm demeanor. A woman's scream breaks the eerie silence and a shadowed silhouette charges in your direction. 

    She roughly grabs your shoulders as you step back in order to give yourself some distance. She looks up at you while glancing back at a dark alleyway nearby. 
    "You have to help me! Please, those men are going to kill me!" She exclaims, digging her nails into your jacket's fabric. You carefully take her hands and pry her fingers away from your shoulders. 
    "It's okay, miss. What happened, exactly?" You ask, squeezing her fingers to comfort her.  

    Suddenly, her body goes completely still, her blood splattering onto your neck. You gasp in shock as your hands go limp next to your sides. You watch her lifeless body hit the concrete, blood leaking from a bullet hole carved into her forehead. Three older men step out of the pitch blackness while you brace yourself for whatever was about to go down. The gang leader starts to circle around you like a predator and immediately bends slightly forward in front of you. 
    "Looks like we just found our replacement for a test subject, boys. Grab her and let's see how that new virus we earned works," he announces, poking your nose playfully. 

    The other two men quickly grab your arms as you struggle against their hold. They swiftly pick you up inches from the sidewalk while carrying you into an alleyway. You growl instinctively, biting into one of their hands. The one to your right cries out in pain and releases you. The other man shoves you into a brick wall, pain plunging into your shoulder-blades. 

    You manage to keep yourself standing while spitting out his blood. You smirk wickedly, carefully reaching behind you. The gang leader fishes out what looks like a syringe full of purple liquid from a briefcase set up on a dumpster as he harshly takes a hold of your arm. He rolls up your jacket sleeve and you immediately take out a hunting knife hidden at the top of your jeans. 

    You swiftly knee him in his shin, throwing the knife in one of his members' direction. He loses his aim with the needle as the blade buries itself in the other man's forehead. You quickly grab the gang leader's head while forcing him to bend forward. You quickly knee him in his stomach as hard as you can and twist the syringe out of his grip. 
    You shove him into the dumpster as you charge at the last remaining thug. You dodge a punch by rolling out of the way and pulling the knife free from a corpse. Blood splashes onto your clothes, your feet gracefully guiding you behind your enemy. You stab the needle into the back of his neck and press your thumb against the plunger. The purple substance flows into his circulatory system, his body hitting the pavement with a sick thump.