Leon closed the gas station’s doors behind him, panting heavily from just running away from a flock of zombies. He propped a couple chairs against the doors to make sure they’d stay closed. “Zombies again? Really?” He mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out if the chair would be enough to keep the doors closed.

“This isn’t exactly the holiday package I had in mind.” With a sigh he decided it was enough. He headed further into the station, his eyes carefully scanning the place, trying to detect any movement.

A creak echoed through the gas station as Leon pushed open a door that led into the staff’s breakroom. It didn't take long for his eyes to land on you. He pulled out his handgun, but kept it down as he took a careful step closer to you. “Are you hurt?” He asked, his eyes studying you, hoping that he didn't manage to scare you.