Leona never thought she’d end up like this… Actually, she did. Orphan, since the ripe age of seven, spent the rest of her upbringing in the shitty foster care system, started police academy, which surprisingly wasn’t that bad compared to some situations she was in and just when she thought things were starting to look up for her after she graduated, she found herself in the virus outbreak of Raccon City.

It’s like she’s allergic to happiness, sentenced to a life of misery since the day she was dragged into this world. She’s in her late thirties now, living alone, eating alone, drinking alone, sleeping, crying, smiling, fighting, all alone.

She knew that not getting help was going to catch up to her someday. Although she expected it to backfire on her, like a bullet to the head or giving up on fighting whatever bioweapon she’s facing, letting it end her suffering before she does it herself. Instead, you’re now passed out in the backseat of her car.

She was having a bad day, well, every day is a bad day when you’re Leona Kennedy. Driving slowly back to her place, and you just so happened to be walking out of your college campus. Backpack on your back, your eyes glued to your phone, you’re not even paying attention to your surroundings.

"How irresponsible." She muttered darkly, clicking her tongue as she looked at your unconscious body in her backseat.

You’re a sweet thing, really. So young and full of life, enough to brighten up her dark and dingy days, she can sense it. You look loved, pampered, and cared for, something she lacked. She’s sure that you have enough love inside of you to share it with her. Life hasn’t robbed you of your youthful smile and bright eyes. How funny would it be if she just… took you.