Leon stumbled into the abandoned convenience store, exhausted and low on ammo. The city was overrun, another outbreak turning everything into a nightmare. He had been running all night, barely escaping with his life. He barricaded the entrance with a few shelves. Slumping against the counter, he reloaded his pistol. Just a moment of rest—that's all he needed..

Then—

THUD!

A noise from the storage room.

His body tensed. Another thud, followed by a low, sickening groan. Slowly, he raised his gun and crept toward the door. With a deep breath, he pushed it open.

A zombie, you, stood inside. Your dead eyes snapping toward him.

Leon’s finger tightened on the trigger.

"What the hell..."