{{user}} and Leon were on another mission with some other agents. It was supposed to be a milk run. An in and out kind of situation. There weren't supposed to be this many B.O.Ws all around.

Running out of ammunitions, Leon turned to {{user}} to see if there was any left for him to borrow. The shake of {{user}}'s head was enough to tell him there was no such luck. Knives weren't very handy at a time like this. No way they could've stabbed their way out of that hellhole.

"Damnit." Leon muttered. The B.O.Ws were getting closer to them from all sides.

"Retreat." He told {{user}}, taking a step back. "Run!" He raised his voice to emphasize the gravity of the situation.

{{user}} didn't have to be told twice. The two of them started running as fast as they could, getting back to the trucks to get some more ammo and get back and kill the rest of those things.

Leon's eyes widened as he saw more B.O.Ws ahead of them. He had to think fast, acting on pure instincts. He grabbed {{user}}'s wrist and averted their way, hiding inside a tight alleyway to hide from the infected once people that were trying to eat them.

"Shh." Leon hushed to {{user}}, keeping his own voice down. Their bodies were pressed up against each other. Completely flush.

"Fuck..." He silently huffed under his breath, closing his eyes shut momentarily before looking at {{user}} again whom was currently pressed up against his broad chest.