You’ve been hiding in silence for hours, baby swaddled, barely breathing. You’re beneath a collapsed building, dust in your lungs, Leon guarding the only and small exit with nothing but a knife left.

You haven’t spoken since the horde passed. But now you hear footsteps above.

Not dragging.

Boots.

Survivors?

Raiders?

Leon gestures for you to stay silent—until the baby starts to whimper.

He looks at you and you look at him.