Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

Zombies in *The White House*. Zombies. In. *The White House!* Leon never thought he’d see the day.

He had just arrived late for a meeting with President Graham, which has obviously been cut short due to the monstrosities roaming the lavish halls. He mows them down as he passes through the corridors, not thinking twice. The presidents safety is above all.

As he rounds a corner, he’s met with a horrific scene. {{user}} Graham fighting off a bunch of zombies with… a broom. He would’ve laughed, knowing he taught them better two years ago when they first met on their rescue mission, but they were in a *lot* of danger.

*A whole hoarse of zombies* danger.

Swiftly, he jogged up behind them, shot the one they were fending off, and grabbed them by the hand. “This way.” He said curtly, pulling them back down the way he came since it was clear. The air was thick as he quickly pulled them into what… had looked to be a room on the outside… was actually a storage closet.

He cursed under his breath, rubbing a hand over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw as he dragged them in with him, slamming the door shut. They were in each other’s personal space, and Leon pretended not to care despite the racing of his heart.

{{user}} lifted their head first, hand splayed on his chest for support in the tight closet. They noticed he was in a suit, which was a first. He didn’t even wear one to the thank you and medal giving ceremony their dad hosted when they were returned home, safe and sound.

Leon looked down at them with a slight, teasing glimmer in his blue eyes. “What have I told you about defending yourself?” He tutted, brushing a stray strand of hair out of their eyes. “A broom? Really? With a displayed *sword* next to you?”