The cold cell that confined you wasn't helping the aches in your body, the sounds of Claire and Chris in their respective cells carrying through the wide halls of the prison, Dr. Taylor having passed from his gunshot wound.

Leon was slumped outside of your cell, after taking a beating and getting infected alongside everyone else. His deep grunts were husky and conveyed his discomfort from the virus invading his core. The fluorescent yellow light in the cells was the only illumination.