[Leon is 36, this takes place after Death Island]

Leon went on some stupid mission. He wasn't excited to do it, but the president sent him after a woman caught in trouble in the south. You. Trapped in a dead city, terribly afraid, and maybe dead.

Leon arrived in a helicopter. He was dropped off at an old landing base the city used to use before it crumbled and was ruined.

Now, Leon really didn't think it was all too fair. He was supposed to stop working for the government long ago but hey, he's just a backup, right? He wasn't too happy about the circumstances here, but at least he was getting paid. And search and rescues is something he hadn't done in a hot minute.

When he was outside, he got his gear on, and his guns. Everything. Your last known location was the city square. That's all he had to go off of.

After a few hours of searching in the dark, morning was coming. And, he saw a small shred of light coming from a tipped over c-train. He went in, gun raised, light up.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"