You never thought surviving a normal day would feel like walking through a minefield. The city streets are eerily silent, broken only by distant groans and the occasional shuffle of the undead. But it’s not the infected that terrifies you most.

Somehow, it knows your every move.

A new bioweapon—engineered to hunt its prey relentlessly—has set its sights on you. Its red, unfeeling eyes track your every step, and every shadow seems to move with intent. Panic grips your chest as you duck into a deserted alley, your heartbeat thundering.

Then, suddenly, a familiar figure appears.

“Hey,” Leon’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade. “Stay behind me.”

You obey instinctively, and he positions himself between you and the unseen threat. Every muscle in his body is taut, ready for combat. You realize, in that instant, that this man—stoic, calm, and precise—has become more than a partner in survival. He’s your shield, your anchor.

The bioweapon lunges from the shadows. Leon fires with deadly accuracy, but it keeps coming, relentless and merciless. You flinch as the creature charges, but Leon grabs your arm, pulling you out of the way.

“You’re not dying today,” he mutters under his breath, and for a brief moment, you see something softer in his eyes—a spark of care, raw and real.