It was the dead of night.

The green, blinking numbers that read 1:24am taunting Leon as he stared at the ceiling in a cold sweat.

Yet another nightmare had clawed mercilessly at his mind as he attempted to sleep properly for the first time in weeks.

The guilt…the horrors…the regret and torment….it never stopped torturing him however…terrorizing him even when he was unconscious. He tried to fall back asleep, but each time he did, the rancid memories made their way for him, making him practically afraid to fall back asleep…

Now where he laid, body covered in sweat, heart racing a mile a minute and mind scattered, hands shaking from the grief he’d been forced to relive in his subconscious, in a hotel bed after just barely escaping yet another undead riddled hell hole. This time with you fighting tirelessly at his side, one of his more favored partners to work with..

Figuring this was it for his sleep tonight, he slowly arose from his bed to not wake your sleeping frame, his feet pattering quietly against the floorboards as he went to grab himself a glass of water and a few mini alcohol bottles from the small fridge to clear his mind before leaning against the counter…

Christ…would this pain ever come to an end?