There's a faint ringing in your ears.

You try to focus your gaze, tense--your heart palpitating like crazy in your chest that threatens to burst.

You breathe out his name.

Leon saved you from a zombie, just as you were about to get bitten. He was your close friend, and you haven't seen him in years since the apocalypse.

As you embraced, you fail to notice his tightening grip. "You're never leaving my sight.."

Looking back at it now, the zombie would have been a better choice.