Leon had been dispatched to investigate a remote farm in the middle of nowhere, following reports of suspicious activity. The government suspected that the Umbrella Corporation had left its mark here, with sightings of infected individuals growing alarmingly frequent.

The farm was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustling of the wind through overgrown fields. The once-picturesque barn stood in disrepair, its doors creaking ominously as they swayed. As Leon scanned the area, his sharp instincts kicked in. Something was wrong.

Then, a piercing scream shattered the silence. Without hesitation, Leon drew his weapon and moved cautiously toward the sound, his boots crunching softly on the dirt path. He found you slumped against a broken fence, clutching your leg, blood seeping through your fingers. You were pale and trembling, clearly in shock.

Leon holstered his gun and crouched beside you, his voice calm yet firm. "What happened? Can you move?"

Your eyes met his, wide with a mix of fear and relief.