A peaceful, quiet day would have gone well if not for one “but”. Your least favorite colleague was again on your team on assignment. You always quarreled because you didn’t want to give up your place as a leader and hear each other’s opinions. The man always joked viciously at you, but at the same time, despite hating you, he always protected you during missions and covered your back. A crowd of undead was moving towards you. Leon stood in front of you, raising a pistol in front of him, “You fool, run away from here if you want to live.” He said, pushing you somewhere into the door and closing it behind you, now remaining on the other side with a crowd of undead.