This fic is just another self-insert story (with OC placeholder) taking place during the Resident Evil 2 Remake. I am warning you ahead of time, this shit is super self-indulgent, probably over detailed and probably not very realistic. BUT I had a good time writing it and, honestly, I made it for me. I'd just thought to share for other fans who like these kinds of fics like me. See the inside for more details and warnings.

Please feel free to insert yourself if you so choose 'cause honestly that was the whole point of me making this lol Life's too short to not self insert/selfship

A warning, Ada is probably ooc when off dialogue and frankly, probably Leon too lol again this is very self-indulgent. This includes both Leon and the OC being bisexual af but we don't really have to get into that lol

Also another thing, things will be different throughout the story via boss battles and items because I want to incorporate the impact of Claire's actions from her B scenario. Not all the time. Some things I have to keep 'cause of how the game is played, but sometimes. Especially near the end. Just trust me on this. If you're interested I have the counterpart fic but in Claire B's scenario since I'm also in love with her lol

New Game: Leon S. Kennedy

Chapter 1:

Groans of the undead filled the night air. The empty streets were paved only with abandoned cars, lingering bodies, and scattered garbage. Rain pelted the ground reflecting back the chaotic environment in the puddles it left. The water almost ran red with all of the blood spilled during the carnage. However, there was one other sound echoing in the night, and it was the sound of footsteps running hastily across the city.

They were made by a lone survivor trying to find safety in this godforsaken place, where despite being alone, she had somehow managed to stay alive. Stopping under a nearby tree to catch her breath, she could hear the loud voice of the PSA drawing nearer. Shelter and supplies sounded very nice right about now. Maybe just one more block, she can make it! There had to be survivors, right?

With all of the running, she couldn't feel the cold sting of the rain on her skin anymore, even as it drenched through her thin purple flannel. Her jean shorts and ripped black tights weren't any better in protecting her legs from the rain. She didn't expect the weather to turn south and she certainly didn't expect the city to fall victim to an outbreak. Unfortunately, she had lost her jacket in a skirmish with those monsters out there, but that wasn't important. All that mattered was that she would live no matter what.

Just as she was about to start running again, the sound of a loud explosion in the distance rang out through the city. The ground shook even to where she stood, meaning that it wasn't too far off. That's gonna draw attention, I have to keep moving! With that thought in mind, she took off toward the Raccoon City Police Department.

Rounding the corner, she could see the giant lit-up sign of the R.P.D. in the distance and a feeling of hope filled her heart. She carefully looked out onto the street in front of the colossal building only to curse under her breath. To her dismay, more of the wandering dead were walking near the front gate. She took a moment to think before deciding to take a stealthier approach.

Weaving through the cars, she crept towards one of the large brick walls that surrounded the place. She peeked around the corner and watched as the zombies either munched on lifeless bodies or wandered aimlessly in the street. Looking around she found a small chunk of broken metal lying on the ground near a car that sat across from her. That could be useful, she thought to herself. Hatching a quick plan in her head she picked it up, quickly made aim, and chucked it at a random car further away from the gate. This successfully caught their attention immediately as the car alarm blared through the silence.

Taking this opportunity, she crept silently along the wall, hidden by the cars as she made her way to the front of the station unnoticed. Quickly, but quietly she opened the heavy iron gate a smidge before squeezing herself through and closing it softly behind her. She thanked whatever was out there listening for not letting the gate make a loud noise. As much as she wanted to lock it, she didn't want any other survivors not being able to get in. They hadn't yet anyways, what was a few more minutes. Continuing her stealthy pursuit, she walked up to the station's front doors and, to her relief, found them unlocked.

She was met with the warm light of the main hall, the darkness of the night left outside. On the far side of the room stood a giant statue of a woman holding up a flag and shield atop a wooden platform. It was the most notable thing in the room. The hall was three floors tall as she could see, with stone columns lining each floor. There was a large set of stairways on either side of the statue leading to the second floor, but not to the third. There must be a different way to get up there. The walls were tiled with granite and trimmed with black brick and dark wood paneling. This place is too pretty to be a police station.

Finding a random dirty napkin, she wiped the bottom of her black sneakers to keep herself from sliding along the tiled floor. Her shoes were not exactly made to grip slippery surfaces and there was no rug to wipe them on. She couldn't afford to slip in an emergency scenario such as this. A mistake like that could cost her, her life as she had learned the hard way.

The place looked empty despite the chaos in its wake. There were medical supplies scattered everywhere, clearly signs of survivors trying to board up the doors. However, there was still fresh blood splattered on the ground and that put her on high alert. This place didn't seem to fare any better than outside. Maybe this wasn't the best choice after all, but it was all she had. Looking around, there was a closed metal gate to her right that had a sign that read, KEEP OUT!

"I think I can manage that," she muttered to herself, too scared of alerting possible zombies in the building.

Walking up to the front desk, she found a half-empty box of handgun ammo sitting on the counter. She didn't have a gun, but it could be useful for later, so she left it there. Behind the desk, was a giant black box and a table with a computer on it. She was about to walk around to take a look at the place when the sound of gunshots rang out from a part of the building to her left. Someone's still alive, but they sound like they're in trouble! She looked around for a weapon and found a broken piece of an IV pole sitting unused amongst the clutter. The jagged edges on the broken end proved to be useful.

"That'll do!"

She quickly pulled it out of the pile and ran towards the noises. Passing through a reception room, she opened a door to a dark hallway lit only by the outside lamps through boarded-up windows. There was also a distant light lying on the ground near the end of the hall. It was lit over a body that was slumped against the wall and she couldn't tell whether it was truly dead or not.

The air smelled much worse there compared to the room she was just in. Trying not to gag at the odor of blood and decaying flesh, she carefully walked down the hallway, shoes squelching against the tile beneath her. There was another hallway halfway through, but it was blocked off with tables and chairs.

She could hear someone grunting in a struggle as she carefully reached the corner. The floor and walls were splattered with blood. Lying beside the body, that she didn't bother to look at, was a flashlight, which she eagerly took to light her way in the darkness. The guy didn't move which was a good sign, so perhaps, it was truly dead. The sound of static buzzing from its police radio was distracting though in such a cramped hallway. She could only hope it wouldn't attract any more of the dead.

As soon as she turned around facing the brighter light, she almost yelped in surprise. There was a pair of dangling feet right in front of her, almost giving her a heart attack, but she instead focused on the sounds past it. If she looked up, she knew she would regret it. There was a loud squelching sound and a man yelling in pain before someone stumbled through an open doorway onto the floor. It took her a moment to realize the man was actually alive.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?!" the girl cried running over to help.

Just as she reached him, a zombie wearing a tattered police uniform came through the same doorway trying to find its prey. Her blood ran cold at the sight of a walking corpse with decaying flesh falling off of its body, despite having seen it all night. But the man groaning in pain at her feet brought her back to reality. She tossed the flashlight onto the ground before tightening her hold on the weapon in her hand. The light behind her bounced enough on the walls for her to see.

Just as it lunged forward, she swung the pole full force at the undead man's head. The body hit the floor with a groan, but before it tried to get up, the girl plunged the end of the rod into its head stopping it once and for all. Her heart thumped in her chest and her hands shook ever so slightly feeling her body pumping full of adrenaline. She backed away quickly, trying to calm herself down before trying to help the injured man.

"Can you stand? Where are you hurt?" she asked as she knelt down next to him, picking up the flashlight in one hand and reaching out for him with the other. The black man looked up at her with pain written all over his face. He was also wearing a police uniform, but it was dirty and now soaked with blood. He groaned before getting up onto his knees and placing a hand on his ribs. Even in the darkness, she could tell that he was badly injured.

"I'm fine. Let's get out of here before more of them show up!" he replied with a strain in his voice. She grabbed his arm and helped him stand before putting his arm over her shoulders and one of her arms around his waist to give him some leverage.

"Is there anyone else here that's alive?" she questioned as they hobbled back the way she came.

"There's another officer, Elliot. He's around here somewhere, but not sure where." They quickly made it back to the main hall, where she sat the officer on the black box she saw earlier.

"Kid. Go shut that gate so that there won't be any more getting through. That box has a switch that'll close it." Following his orders, she ran to the already open electric box near the entryway to the room they came from and pulled the lever, causing an iron gate to slowly come down and close off the area.

"Here!" The officer tossed her a giant roll of yellow tape and with that, she wrapped up the box to keep anyone else from opening it, for now. She ran back to the injured man and tried to help tend to his wounds.

"How bad is it?" she asked looking around for some medical supplies amongst the scattered piles of equipment around the room. On a cot nearby, she found a can of first aid spray that could help.

"I've been bit," he answered gravely. She stopped in her tracks and looked back at him. With such silence in the room, you could almost hear her heart break at his response. She had seen plenty of zombie movies to know what that meant. He was clutching his wound, blood staining his hand and his skin was already growing pale. Walking back over, she stood in front of him, feeling her eyes start to water. The first survivor she had seen all day and now he didn't have much time left.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered watching him pull back his hand revealing a large bite mark in the middle of torn skin, muscle, and even a sliver of a rib bone amongst the carnage. His hand covered it back up to keep the pressure on it. He looked up at her and sighed before putting his other clean hand gently on her shoulder.

"Please don't cry, young lady. What's your name?" She sniffled as she tried wiping her eyes.

"Veronica Lopez, sir," she replied.

"Lieutenant Marvin Branagh. Thank you for trying to help, Veronica. Where are you from?" he asked, trying to distract the other survivor.

"Los Angeles, sir."

"Sunny California, huh?" he smiled weakly. "That's a long ways away. How did you get all the way over here at a time like this?"

"I was in town visiting a friend, but-," she was suddenly interrupted by gunshots coming from the east side of the building.

Marvin quickly hopped off of the box he sat on and looked into the computer next to him. In the camera feed, the pair found someone running through the halls shooting at a horde of zombies that were following them. They heard the person's footsteps growing louder towards the room they were in and quickly ran to the gate that had the sign on it. They made it in time to see a young man trying to crawl under the pried open shutter while trying to escape. Just as he was almost safe, a zombie crawled after him and grabbed his leg, trying to pull him back in.

"Goddamnit!" he shouted, fist pounding the floor in frustration. With panic in her veins, Veronica rushed over, quickly grabbed the guy's arm, and used all of her strength to drag him away from the monster's reach. She was not going to lose anyone again today.

"I got you!" she assured him once he was at a safe distance, kneeling at his side. The survivor looked up at her then over at Marvin who passed them and placed a hand on the gate.

"Watch out!" the stranger shouted.

"Got it!" the lieutenant exclaimed before slamming the gate onto the grabby zombie's head. Brain matter exploded all over the ground and the body stopped moving entirely. Veronica gagged at the sight and had to turn her head away to keep herself from vomiting. It seemed like the goriness of it all was getting worse with each passing moment. Marvin quickly lifted the gate a smidge to kick the body under it before locking down the gate for good.

"You're safe," he looked at the pair before stumbling back against the metal wall with a pained grunt. "For now." The young man at Veronica's feet sat up trying to catch his breath before looking up at the officer.

"Thanks," he said breathlessly.

"Marvin Branagh."

"Leon Kennedy." Said man turned his head to look over at the other survivor for a response.

"Veronica Lopez," she replied, giving a small nod in greeting. He gave one back before looking over at Marvin with a pained look on his face.

"There was another officer…I-I couldn't…I couldn't," he closed his eyes as the memory of what happened replayed in his head. Veronica watched sadly as he tilted his head down with guilt, light brown hair falling over his face. That must've been the other officer Marvin talked about, Elliot. Now it was just the three of them that she knew of.

"Here." Marvin went to reach out his hand, only to stumble back in pain. The young girl took it upon herself to stand in place of the injured officer. She stood up and circled around the survivor on the floor then stood in front of him.

"I got it, Marvin. Don't hurt yourself any more than you need to. Here," she said, holding out her hand to the guy on the floor. Said man looked up at her, blue eyes meeting brown ones. They were pretty, she had thought to herself. Leon looked at her hand before grabbing it with his own. It was cold and wet, not surprising due to the weather. Her hand probably felt the same. With a little huff, she helped pull him onto his feet, finding him to be a few inches taller than her once standing. Marvin walked over to the two of them and sighed tiredly.

"I'm sure you did what you could, Leon," he reassured before walking past them. He grabbed the computer that he left on the table as he headed towards the giant statue. Before they could follow him, Veronica stopped the newfound survivor with a small tug to his jacket. He turned his head towards her curiously, finding her looking anxious as hell at him.

"Hey. That was fucking terrifying! Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" she questioned, praying that he wasn't bitten too. Her eyes briefly looked over him for any injuries. He was soaked to the bone like she was, but the front of his grey button-up shirt and jeans were dirty from crawling on the ground.

He looked like he was around her age with such a babyface, which was comforting in a sense to her knowing she wasn't the only young adult there. But even with such a young-looking face, he was really handsome with defined features and cleft chin. She noticed there were beauty marks and faint freckles on his cheeks, which she found very flattering. He looked like he could be in a boy band. The young man rubbed at the back of his neck with a shaky sigh, breaking her from her thoughts.

"I'm ok. Mostly shaken up, but not hurt," he assured her. She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling in relief before opening them again.

"Good. I'm glad you're ok!" He glanced at her as he dropped his arm from his neck.

"Veronica, right?"

"Yeah. Leon, you said?" He nodded with a small awkward smile.

"Thank you for saving me. I was almost zombie food for a second there."

"It's no problem. We survivors gotta watch out for each other, right?" she said with a small smile of her own. He gave her a small nod, his own smile growing ever so slightly.

"Right! Despite these circumstances, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

They both made their way toward Marvin who was walking toward a small area of supplies right at the base of the statue. He sat at one of the black leather benches, his hand putting more pressure on his side.

"What happened?" Leon asked sitting on the bench across from him. Veronica looked at him as she was putting her long brown hair up into a quick ponytail to keep it out of her face.

"He was attacked by one of those things. I showed up in time to save him, but I was also too late," she replied before kneeling next to Marvin. She found a piece of gauze on a box near her but was only met with resistance from him when she tried to help. Instead, he took the gauze from her and placed it on his own wound.

"I'd rather you don't get my blood on your hands, young lady."

"Fine. The gauze will help stop the bleeding, even if only for a little bit. I can use the spray-."

"No! No. Save it for yourselves. You'll need it more than I will." The girl sighed in frustration before standing back up. Sitting made her feel too on edge, at least standing she was prepared for anything. Marvin noticed her slight pacing before chuckling weakly.

"Relax, Veronica. This room is locked up from the rest of the station. It is safe for right now." His statement made her feel a little better, but she still kept her head on a swivel. Leon took this moment to look at the computer from where it sat on a trunk. The image was of a map of the station.

"This place is pretty big. Are there any other survivors here?" Leon asked looking up at the other two. Marvin shook his head.

"Just the three of us now," he replied. He looked up at Leon with some familiarity in his eyes and leaned slightly forward. "Kennedy...You're the new rookie, aren't you?" he asked softly in realization. Leon sighed before nodding.

"Reporting for duty, Lieutenant," he replied sadly.

"I thought you looked familiar."

Hearing that, Veronica walked closer while rubbing her arm, a shiver passing through her. Now that the adrenaline had gone down, the cold was seeping through her drenched clothes. She didn't exactly plan on running through the rain in a zombie-infested city. To say she was unprepared was a no brainer.

"The rookie?" she asked with a slight chatter to her teeth. She could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin as another shiver racked her body. Leon looked up at her trembling form and nodded in response. He seemed to contemplate something for a moment before he answered.

"I was supposed to work here as a new police officer," he said before standing. He began walking toward her while taking off his black windbreaker. "I guess today would technically be my first day. Here," he said as he draped the jacket over her shoulders and smiled softly.

"Oh! I couldn't-," she tried to politely refuse by trying to take it back off, but Leon stopped her with a shake of his head before she could.

"It's alright. You look like you need it more than I do right now. Besides, it suits you," he said, eyes gazing into hers. Her brain stopped working as he said that, and she couldn't find anything to say back.

"Very smooth, Kennedy!" Marvin teased sarcastically, causing Leon to flinch. "Glad to know that chivalry's not dead. Now get over here." The younger officer cleared his throat in embarrassment, before giving her a look then began walking over to the lieutenant.

The young girl blinked in surprise, feeling a warmth in her cheeks. Very smooth indeed. As the two talked, she grasped the jacket around her and reveled in its warmth. For as wet as it was on the outside, it was still pretty dry on the inside. She was appreciative of the jacket, though she would be lying if she said that she didn't feel a little flutter in her chest at Leon's act. He was a handsome guy and he played it off very smoothly, but considering the situation they were in, she had to ignore it. This wasn't the time for a silly little crush.

Once she felt a little better temperature-wise, she slipped her arms through the sleeves and cuffed them at the ends since it was a tad too long. She could smell the slightest scent of the cologne that he was wearing in it, and she found it to be pleasing to her senses. Still feeling a cold chill on her neck, she took down her ponytail and kept the hairband on her wrist. It'll be useful again later.

When she looked back up, Leon had jogged around towards the front desk and came back with a stack of clothes in his hands. Unraveling them, she realized it was a police uniform and some elbow pads. Smart, she thought. Leon began unbuttoning his shirt before remembering who was in his company. He looked over at her and cleared his throat shyly.

"Um, I'm going to change, so…?" She blinked as she processed his sentence before realizing what he was trying to say.

"Right! Of course! I'll just," she said quickly making her way down towards the front desk to give him privacy.

She decided to distract herself from the thought of a cute guy changing just on the other side of the room by digging through the box for supplies. She found an extra knife in its sheath and a pouch that could fit helpful items like the first aid spray. She didn't know what she was going to be up against, but she knew she needed to prepare herself for anything. Especially since she couldn't find anything of help anywhere else in the city. Setting herself up, they were clipped around her waist right when Marvin told her that she could go back.

Walking over, she found Leon dressed from head to toe in police gear. It was a regular navy police uniform with a grey long sleeve shirt under it to cover his exposed arms. Then he added a bulletproof vest with a radio attached to keep in contact with Marvin. Replacing the white sneakers he was wearing on his feet were black police boots, and the pads she had seen earlier were attached to his elbows and knees. Looking him over, she would be lying if she said she didn't find him almost a little more attractive in it. Oh man, this was gonna be hard! Said man looked over at her once she made it back and smiled as he adjusted his elbow pads. Then he looked to Marvin and his smile disappeared.

"Does anyone know what started this?" he asked a little more seriously. Glancing over, she saw Marvin looking between the computer and a small book in his hands.

"Not a clue. But honestly, all you need to know is that this place will eat you alive if you aren't careful," he replied looking up at the other male. Leon took out a gun and checked it for ammunition before placing it in a holster around his leg.

"Yeah…well, I was supposed to start last week, and I got a call to stay away. I wish I'd come here sooner," the young officer sighed with a raise of his arms. That explains some things, Veronica thought, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"You're here now, Leon," Marvin said looking back down at the book in his hands. "That's all that matters." She couldn't help but nod in agreement. Leon didn't respond and instead walked towards Marvin.

"Ok, Lieutenant, I'm ready." Veronica slowly made her way over to the other two, unsure of what to do, but willing to do anything to get out of there. Marvin looked up at the younger couple with a little hope in his eyes.

"Hopefully, you both will be able to find a way out of this station," he said, lifting the book in his hands. "That officer you met earlier – Elliot. He thought this secret passageway might do the trick." He handed the book to Leon, who looked at the illustrations carefully. Veronica leaned over to see, only for Leon to hand it to her.

The pages had sketches of different images with codes beneath them and that they would lead to a secret passage under what was labeled as the goddess statue. It looked like the tall statue next to them and looking at the base there were indeed 3 holes that needed something to fit in them. She didn't know what they meant, but she was willing to find out. Feeling like she had seen one of the images before, she took a glance around the room.

"This is good news. We can get you to a hospital," Leon commented. She whipped her head back to look at him, surprised by his statement. Does he really not know? Just as he said this, Marvin doubled over in pain, hissing between his teeth, shaking his head.

"No, no. I am not the priority here."

"Lieutenant, I'm not just gonna leave you here-," he tried to convince the older man and even looked to Veronica for help. All she could respond with was with a frown before Marvin interrupted them.

"I'm giving you an order, rookie. You save yourself first," Marvin snapped, his voice echoing in the large room. He looked up at Leon then at Veronica then back again. "Both of you. I'd come with you, but I'd just slow you down." The younger officer sighed exasperatedly until he felt a hand gently touch his arm. He looked over at the other female survivor and saw the sad look in her eyes.

"Leon," she muttered softly. He didn't understand that Marvin didn't have that much time left.

"Now…you'll need this," Marvin said, causing both people to look at him. He reached behind him, stood up, and took out his knife before handing it to Leon.

"I can't take-."

"Stop," Marvin shook his head and held the knife out for the other to take. Leon sighed before grasping the handle. Once he did, the lieutenant pulled Leon close and advised, "And don't make my mistake. If you see one of those things - uniform or not – you do not hesitate. You take it out…or you run. Got it?" Leon nodded. Marvin glanced at the other for an answer. She nodded as well, taking his advice to heart. After all, she saw it happen, she could understand why he would say that.

"Yes, sir." As soon as Leon said so, Marvin hissed out in pain and quickly sat down grasping his wound. The gauze was already soaked in blood. The young girl was about to run over and help, but Marvin only shook his head. She frowned and backed away feeling a little dejected as Leon strapped the knife to his belt. Said officer looked at her and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

"It'll be ok. We'll figure this out. I promise!" Her eyes met his and she could see the determination in him. It made her feel like they had a chance to survive this.

"Is it alright if I come with you? I want to help!" His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Are you sure? It's ok to stay here with Marvin till I get back." She shook her head.

"It's not safe for you to go alone! Besides, two heads are better than one! We can solve this faster if we work together!"

"It'll be too dangerous! I'm at least a little more trained in situations like this!"

"And I've ran through this entire city all by myself till I got here! To say I'm a little experienced is an understatement." She paused for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "Believe me when I say I'm terrified right now, but it was more terrifying watching you almost get eaten by one of those things. I don't want anyone else to die tonight, so please. If there is a chance we can get out, I wanna help!" Leon seemed taken aback by her words and the genuine concern in her eyes. He found her sincerity admirable and realized he would probably do the same. Before long, he gave in knowing she was right.

"Ok. We'll work together. Partners?" he smiled holding out a fist. She smiled softly and fist-bumped him.

"Partners!" she agreed. Before they began their exploration, Leon grabbed something that he kept on a bench.

"Here! Put these on. They'll make things easier for you." It was a stack of elbow pads and a pair of leather fingerless gloves similar to the ones that he was wearing. They were slightly padded in the palms, which was definitely helpful. "I grabbed them for you just in case."

"Thank you," she said as she grabbed them and placed them on her elbows and knees the same as Leon did with his. "Feels a little weird, but better than having busted up kneecaps!" She said bending her joints to adjust to it while putting on the gloves. He chuckled at her statement then gestured a nod to the westside direction.

"You'll get used to it. C'mon! Let's find the way out of here. We'll be back Lieutenant," he said walking towards the gate that she had previously closed after saving Marvin. Following behind him, she watched as he used his knife to skillfully cut up the tape on the box and opened it to pull the lever. The mechanism beeped loudly then the gate slowly began to rise up.