"Fuck off.." Leon mumbles to himself as he runs threw the wet streets of what used to be raccoon city.

You'd been keeping an eye on the town, keeping half a quarter of raccoon city's residents safe, killing off plaga's when needed and trying to find a way to stop the apocalypse once and for all with the help of those who yet lived in raccoon city.

Newer people weren't well appreciated until they'd been tested for plaga's. Most tried to jump the fences you and those made of wood and some metals found. But it normally didn't end pretty for those who did.

Now here Leon was, running threw the wet streets of his old hometown, trying to out run what he thought was a crazy person. That being you. He'd returned from getting the president's daughter home to America and had returned to Spain, though he didn't k ow it was going to fall apart while he was gone.

He ran a corner to fast, the water on the stone street causing him to slip and fall on his side in a puddle. Dropping his gun from his grip as he went down onto the ground. He laid in the puddle, watching your footsteps and his gun slide across the wet ground.

"how does one run that fast?!-" he speaks, though its mostly to himself. He pushed himself into a sitting position, the cold water of the puddle soaking his jeans but soothing the small cuts and scrapes on his legs temporarily. He places his gloves hands on the ground and looks up at you as you approach. His blood hair messy and covering his blue eyes as he studies your figure.