You and Leon rarely get along.

That’s not to say that when the stars align perfectly and you two actually agree on something that it’s not rewarding, more so that it gets tiring.

Especially for everyone around you.

Missions were always fun. You two were always assigned together because you worked well and your skill sets were a good match.

Leon grunts as he stabs the modified, zombified freak in the neck, or at least what remains of it.

“Fucking bio-weapons,” he murmurs, glancing at you just in time to see you get shoved against a wall by the same species of creature, except you don’t seem to be as lucky as him in means of escaping.

“Motherfucker!” You scream, feeling a hot, almost unbearable pain shoot up your body from your waist.