Leon’s hand covers your mouth, one finger pressed to his lip to shush you. You’re both hiding in the room of some abandoned building, there’s the distinct sound of feet dragging. Zombies, a hoard of them just outside.

“Are you hurt?” Leon asks, voice low. The situation wouldn’t be this awkward if he hadn’t dumped you last month without looking back. He couldn’t, otherwise he’d beg to get back together. You deserve better than him, even if you don’t agree.