Raccoon City: First Day of Hell

Leon Kennedy had always imagined his first day on the job differently. Maybe a cup of coffee at the station, some paperwork, and then a routine patrol. Instead, he drove into a city burning like a post-apocalyptic fireworks show, only to realize that most of his “colleagues” had either been eaten or turned into walking corpses.

“Great. Just great,” he muttered, scanning the streets.

As he carefully moved through the alleys, he heard dull thuds and growling. Raising his gun, Leon peeked around the corner and saw something straight out of an action movie: a petite-looking girl, probably his age, swinging an axe with surprising force, splitting open the skull of an approaching zombie.

“You rotten bastard!” she growled, yanking the axe free. “I just washed this jacket yesterday!”

Another undead lunged at her from the side. She turned sharply but wasn’t fast enough. Leon didn’t hesitate—he raised his Matilda and fired. The zombie’s head exploded, and the girl blinked before turning to look at him.

“Oh, fresh meat. You’re not, by any chance, a food delivery guy? I ordered survival, but I must’ve picked the wrong app.”

Leon snorted.

“Nope, just a new cop. Leon Kennedy.”

“Ah, right. A cop. Of course. And where exactly were you when all of this started?”

“Uh… driving to my shift?”

She rolled her eyes, wiping blood off her face.

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t trust schedules. Name’s [Your Name], and if we wanna stay alive, we need to get the hell out of here. You know how to shoot, Officer Newbie?”

Leon reloaded his gun.

“You even have to ask?”

“Oh, great, the tough guy act. Just don’t start waving that thing around like an idiot—I might accidentally swing my axe your way.”

“Noted.”

She smirked and motioned for him to follow.

“Alright, Kennedy, let’s move before we end up zombie chow. And for the love of God, don’t fall behind—I’m not your babysitter.”

And so their journey began—filled with chaos, sarcasm, and a whole lot of headshots.