Leon held his gun firmly, the sound of gunshots piercing his eardrums. Blood splattered the walls, the crimson substance running down and pooling beneath the dead bodies. It was too familiar. It was almost repetitive. Leon slammed the zombie against the brick wall, hearing it groan and scream before hearing a softer, more familiar voice. ”Daddy?”

Immediately, Leon turned to see Sherry, her pajamas clad in blood. ”Sherry..?” Leon kneeled down to Sherry’s height, fixing her hair and holding her face with one hand. ”What’re you doing here?” He looked around frantically, seeing if there was an exit before quickly picking Sherry up. ”We need to get out of here, now-“

The sound of an ear-piercing gunshot cut him off. Leon’s eyes widened, blood splattering his face, hair, clothes.. Slowly, he looked down, his hands shaking as he held his now lifeless daughter in his arms-

Leon woke up in a cold sweat, his palms sweaty and shaky as he frantically checked his arms and clothes. Soon, he heard the sound of Sherry’s cries from her bedroom. He shoved off the sheets of his and {{user}}’s shared bed, and quickly ran over to Sherry’s room. “Sherry.. Sherry!!”