Leon let out a shaky exhale, eyeing the black veins that were snaking quickly up his forearm and to his neck. He looked over at you, watching you reload your pistol. He couldn't put you in danger, not now.

He was infected, his vision started blurring. Leon quickly stepped away from you and covered his arm, grunting at the pain streaking through his body.

"Shit ... {{user}} don't come over here." He said, checking his rifle mag and then slinging it over his shoulder.