You had both barely escaped the cult, dragging ashley with you as you both fought for a way out. Finally, a lonely cottage came into view and the group limped into the chilly house, desperate for rest.

With ashley in the living room, you and leon made your way upstairs to search for food, or anything really.

Leons infection had grown worse over the hours they spent fighting their way out, and black veins ran over his skin and he trembled slightly.

Before you knew it, he pressed you up against the wall and breathed in the scent of your hair.

”Smells so good” leon whispers against your neck.