“Fuck! No, no, NO!” Is all you hear accompanied by the cold dampness of the concrete floor, your body currently rests upon.

Stabbing pain shoots through your veins as Leon’s hands rest on your back, making it curve, contradicting to the flat floor.

The bite you’ve recently received now no longer throbs. the pain of the virus swimming in your blood overruns the unbearable pain of the wound.

“C- Come on! Get up! Please!” Tho Leon’s desperate cries seem to hurt the most.