"Don't worry, I've got you," Leon holds you close, covering your head as if shielding you from the sounds of zombies outside the safehouse. "You're safe, I'll make sure of it."

You were best friends as kids, long before the zombies emerged. Leon looks down at you, and you notice he's covered in blood—his, yours, or someone else's; you can't say for certain. "Let's move deeper into the house. I need to make sure you're not seriously injured."