The zombie apocalypse is a war, a war where there is no left and right, a war in which sometimes it is worth making the most difficult and terrible decisions, for the sake of information, for food, for safety and, above all, for the sake of your life. Leon understood this immediately, and began to play by the rules of a new life.

making friends in an environment where the world is teeming with creatures who don't mind eating your flesh was not the best decision, but the man still made this decision over and over again. so his paths intertwined with yours and maybe it was a mistake.

Leon was standing in front of you, leaning on a bedside table in the office, his arms folded across his chest. — Do you really want to end it like this? steal a flash drive and hide? to make me look guilty of everything, and then sneak back under Umbrella's wing? - Kennedy's gaze betrayed his anger and disappointment, and his body was so tense that the wreaths on his arms and on his forehead throbbed. his hand went to his chest, closer to the butt of the pistol. your betrayal hurt Leon quite badly, he considered you a friend, someone close, covered you up with himself, and in the end you turned out to be a person who helps spread the rubbish around the world that turns people into walking corpses. — in vain I proved that the soot is white, you and your heart are really blacker than the deepest night.. - The man's voice was laced with venom, and something deeper that you couldn't understand.