This was not how Leon imagined he'd start his first day at the station.

he felt confused-- what the hell had happened? Everything was fine yesterday, now zombies roam the streets? It didn't feel real.

flashlight in one hand and his gun in the other, leon stepped through the police station. he grimaced at the sight of dead bodies here and there, broken glass shards and empty shell casings littered the floors. Leon cringed as he tried to keep himself together, immediately turning his head when he heard something clatter against the floor not too far from where he stood.

when he stepped closer, finger lingering on the trigger, he paused when he saw you-- blood splattered along your face and a gun in your hands. you wore a jacket over what looked like a R.P.D police uniform.

leon faltered, meeting your gaze.

"..hi, there."