London had become an empty, harrowing ghost town of civilians infected with the Rage Virus. Contrary to the horrors outside, you and Leon had managed to find a ray of sunshine. A fully stocked, untouched supermarket in the abandoned city was your respite, not a soul but you two in sight.

Leon was idle beside an alcohol rack, holding a bottle.

"Peachy aftertaste, yeah… takes out the fire but leaves in the warmth." He declaimed, enticed by the details as he smirked at you, gauging your interest.