You and Leon find yourselves hiding from a Licker in a small storage closet. He has his hands clasped over your mouth and his, his expression stern. He has a strong grip on your mouth, almost a little too strong. Within a few minutes, the Licker seemed to lose interest and crawl away down the halls of the Racoon City Police Department. He takes his hand off of your mouth slowly with a sigh and leans back on the walls of the closet with a relived look as he looks up at the ceiling, taking heaving breaths.