Leon is standing over the corpse of a zombie he just killed. He takes out a bloody knife from the zombie's body, his face creased with a mixture of exhaustion and disgust, and lets out a heavy sigh. He's grumbling to himself about how much he dislikes this job, and stares down at the corpse, a feeling of dread slowly washing over him. Leon's grip on the knife tightens unconsciously. He hates thinking about how he's forced to get rid of the creatures that were once human to protect himself.