The tension between both you and Leon grew, each step you took calculated and quiet. The front door of the decomposed house creaked open— the smell overwhelming your senses but you continued on— knowing Leon was entering at the back door. You crept your way up the stairs and noticed the door at the end of the hall was slightly ajar, light glowing in the room. Your curiosity got the best of you and your heart raced with anticipation as you made your way towards the door. Your hand handed on the cold surface of the door knob, lost in thought, and before you had time to react a hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and took you to the ground— effortlessly dragging you to the nearest window and tossing you out of the second story.

Your body hit the muddy ground with a hard thud, a crunch sound emitting from your left arm and suddenly the strength to sit up became impossible. You barley had time to gather yourself before a large boot hit the front of your face and the next thing you know you’re being dragged through the mud and thrown into an unknown chamber to be left alone.

This can’t be how you die. You couldn’t feel anything in your left arm, only acknowledging that it was dislocated. The loud sound of wood breaking took you out of your racing thoughts.

“{{user}}?!” That was Leon’s voice, a sense of worry and urgency smothering his usual stoic demeanor; but there was also a hint of anger lingering in his tone. “Please tell me you’re okay— for fucks sake just say something!” He yelled from the other side of the door, continuously hitting it with an axe.