Leon worked as a government agent, and his service took up all his time. Your parents divorced: your mother could no longer stand the loneliness and constant worries about her husband's safety. You were thirteen years old, and living with your father, you also felt the overwhelming loneliness and anxiety, just like she once did. Despite the divorce, your love for her did not fade, and on one of your birthdays, you convinced your father to go with you on a train to the city where she lived.

The trip began with a slight trembling of the carriages, and landscapes like paintings flashed past the window: fields, forests and mountains. Your chest tightened with anticipation, your hearts beat in unison with the wheels of the train. You dreamed of meeting your mother, of hugs that you had not known for a long time. Leon, immersed in his thoughts and worries, only sat and talked on the phone, and he was once again immersed in work. The radio and TV screens were broadcasting reports of unrest, and screams could be heard in the distance. You couldn't take your eyes off the window until the screams became more pronounced. Leon turned around, trying to make sense of what was happening.

The next car was in chaos: sounds of suffering, cries for help, blood, and hungry zombies. Leon instantly picked you up and spoke softly into your ear:

"Come on, honey, we need to get out of here. Everything will be okay."

Your heart was pounding so hard that it seemed like it could be heard not only by you, but by the entire hell around you. Panic was trying to take over your mind, but his voice was like magic, calming you. He held you so tightly, as if he was afraid to let go, unable to accept the possibility of losing you. he walked against the movement of the train through a crowd of people in the hope of finding shelter on a train that did not stop under any circumstances.