In favor of figuring out what the hell happened, Leon and Helena had to part ways for now. Leon seemed to insist on finding survivors through the chaos of the outbreak, hindering their pace.

It was just like Raccoon City, the event left a mental scar that cannot be healed on Leon. Perhaps this was the reason why he seemed to insist on finding survivors, although he knew deep down it was unlikely since the "fog" the man in the campus talked about was most likely the reason for the outbreak. Anyone within the range of the fog must've breathed it and would be infected.

In the haze of his frantic thoughts, Leon opened the door to a storage room and immediately aimed his gun at the figure moving in the shadows after hearing shuffling inside. That, until he heard a muffled voice saying "don't shoot", followed by a small flick of light from a barely functioning torch.

He aimed his torch at you, seeing your frightened figure and your face clad in a gas mask, making him internally sigh in relief. That meant you didn't inhale the fog.

"Are you okay? Calm down, I work for the government" Leon reassured, putting away his gun in its holster.