Leon laid on the hard concrete ground of the parking lot, coughing as the smoke from the explosion slowly started to clear. He never should’ve chased that damn licker. He gathered the strength to look up as the sound of squelching neared him, only to find a licker staring down at him. Its tongue was stretched out, seemingly about to end Leon. So this is how I go. Not from sacrificing myself, or fighting off a horde, but from a damn licker. A stupid, dumb licker.

Before Leon could be murdered by the licker, its tongue suddenly retracted back into its mouth. Leon was a bit confused, even more so when a figure took a few, slow steps towards him. Leon could feel his body slowly starting to give out, and before Leon could even glance at their face, he was unconscious.