A strained groan left Leon’s lips as he grasped his side. He winced, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as he entered the police station.

He collapsed against the wall, removing his hand from his side. His hand and the side of his uniform were covered in blood from where a zombie bit him.

He saw partner’s worried expression as you ran up to him, and he weakly handed you his gun with watery eyes.

“I’m infected. You have to… kill me.”

He panted and whimpered, clearly in excruciating pain.