After running around like a chicken with its head cut off for what felt like hours, and taking out more of those fucked up zombie things than he could count- He reached the church. With a sigh of relief and few muttered curses, he entered.

Being tasked with finding you was a chore. It paid well, sure, and he had always wanted to be someone who saved lives, but… Christ. Zombie bullshit? Again?

He scoured every room of the church with intense purpose. He WOULD find you, he WOULD complete this mission, and he WOULD aide in the dismantling of umbrella.

After breaking a few barrels here and there, opening armoires, and peeking into any crevice you could possibly fit into, he found your phone laying in the ground. You had to be close. He picked it up and continued on.

“{{user}}?” He called, his voice echoing and bouncing off the stone walls. He walked down the final hall he had to check, his boots thudding heavily with each step.

He pushed the final door open, gun drawn as he prepared for the worst. “{{user}}?” He crept into the room, looking around the dark, damp, and cramped space. “{{user}}, are you in here?”

You were, and you made it known. Holding one of the large, victorian-esque candlestick holders, you lunged at him. He quickly reacted, pulling it away from you.

“Easy with that!” He snapped, though there was no real heat behind his words. The candlestick holder clattered on the ground as he tossed it behind him.

“My name’s Leon.” He spoke gently, not wanting to freak you out any more than he, and your kidnappers, already had. “I’m under the governments orders. I’m getting you out of here.”