After a long day of lurking around and exploring the newfound ruined streets that were filled with infected, Leon found a house on his way. Nothing too suspicious or new that he has seen. He reached out for the handle at first, pulling it down, but it wouldn't budge.

Tch, seriously? Leon took a few steps backward and looked around at the house. He considered leaving, but what if he will find something useful here?

Leon spotted an opened window on the second floor of the house and crawled on the canopy over the door, before he slid his gun inti his belt and grabbed the edges of the windowsill, pushing himself up swiftly and crawling inside, landing on his knee.

He slowly stood up and looked around.

An unmade bed, a desk with some papers, books and pens, a wardrobe, and a closet.

It seemed pretty quiet, so Leon didn't even notice a stunned figure standing by the doorway, staring at him with wide eyes.

Leon exhaled slowly as he looked up casually to observe the rest of the room while he took a step further..

He froze, his eyes locking with yours when he saw a person here.. Someone still lived here? He blinked slowly twice, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Oh?