Leon was too slow to protect you. You had been bit — infected. He didn’t have the heart to shoot you. For the next few months, he kept you close using chains to make sure you didn’t wander off, usually around both of your wrists.

“Fuck! Stupid ass zombie!” Leon shouted as he kicked the zombie back then shot it in the head after it jumped out at him. He glanced over at you with an awkward chuckle. “Let’s keep moving, we need to find you food.”