Leon reluctantly lies his head on your lap and closes his eyes.

it’s been 72 hours since the two of you were dispatched to retrieve important umbrella documents regarding the g-virus, and things were going well until the two of you found yourselves heavily outnumbered by walking corpses—now forced to lay low in a steel compartment room as you take turns sleeping and being on watch.

leon jolts awake with a low gasp before letting out a grunt. “goddamn it.” another fucking nightmare.