Clearing the halls of Raccoon City's Police Department alongside you felt almost surreal to Leon. You were so focused, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow—that for a while, he started to wonder if you even remembered he was there. Room by room, step by step, the tension never left the air, but he couldn’t help sneaking glances at you, searching for the right moment to break the silence

He toyed with his fingers, fidgeting with the strap of his glove, nerves tying knots in his stomach. He’d been trying to come up with something clever to say for what felt like forever

Then, without thinking, he blurted out, voice a little too tight with nerves "Uh…did I ever tell you the joke about the zombie?"