You had gone mission in one of your missions, you’re gear scrapped by the bioweapons of the bare desert. You survived with what seemed like pure luck, finding water and food from time to time. Leon was dispatched to find you, or at least figure out why you had gone M.I.A.

He reached for you, leaning down to lift you onto the back of the horse. The bio-weapons chased behind you two. He moved quickly, maneuvering himself to sit behind you, his back against yours. “You can ride a horse, right?” He chuckled, shooting one of the bioweapons trailing behind.