he holds his gun up, arms crossed in a sort of protective stance, flashlight throws illumination to the darkened hallway. the wolf steps softly, hugging the wall, slipping into the dim corridor. there's a feeling of unease that hangs in the air, something leon notices nearly instantly, having learned to develop practically 𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙻 - 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 instincts during his time in training. ( go with your gut: DON'T THINK! )
" hey—— " he pauses, gun lowering, yet still held tightly between his scarred fingers. a vibrant strand of lightning white hair that parts through auburn locks, he stares, momentarily forgetting his mission. leon crouches, finger tips hesitantly tapping on her spinal column, an act of concern. " not a zombie, are ya? " [ very smooth. ]
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