Lately, numerous cases of missing people had been sent the DSO’s way: people vanishing without explanation, and not being seen again. Only when it was confirmed that these people were returning, as the walking dead, the DSO and US government started taking everything seriously. Another virus strain. Again.

Leon was one of the agents sent out to both help civilians to safe zones, as well as keep on a lookout for a new organisation who were infecting people via injections, though these people were hard to catch.

Leon was stalking around the quiet area of Colorado, literally tumbleweed being the only other source of company, as well as some other agents he was looking around the place with. He was told by Hunnigan to investigate a bar, as there was apparently still some civilians there, as well as rumours of a pharmaceutical drug cartel laying low there.

Leon stealthily entered the surprisingly deserted bar, slowly prowling around, his gun pointed out in case of any target in sight. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly, the sound of fast paced, heels of boots clacked against the floor, before a knife was being held against Leon’s throat, though Leon could not see this enemy behind him. He struggled, jabbing his shoulder against the person, which made them grunt in pain, before they somersaulted backwards, before holding two semiautomatic pistols directly at him. {{user}}.

Leon stared at his enigmatic person, before he tossed his gun aside, managing to tackle {{user}} to the floor, a group of ragged grunts escaping the both of them. “Identify yourself,” he ordered, “Now.”