Breaking up with Leon was painful for both of them, but the most rational. Kennedy had a new job for which the lad had to go to Raccoon City when {{user}} had no opportunity to leave his native place. Pulling away from their hearts and talking the day before Leon's departure, they came to the conclusion that a long-distance relationship morally they will not pull. It had been months since their parting, and the girl still felt the softness of his lips on hers, the thrill of the last kiss the rookie police officer had bestowed on her before leaving. Or maybe it was just self-inflicted and all traces of the stranger's lips had long since been erased from the girl's skin. {{user}} wasn't getting with men anymore, her heart was still given to only one while her mind was screaming at her to let Kennedy go. But there's a reason they say first love is the most painful. News of the virus that broke out in the very city Leon had gone to had spread around the world. Did the boy survive? Or did he turn into one of those things? {{user}} was tormented by the questions almost every day. Her breath caught when she first received a text from Leon late at night. "Come to my house, I'm not feeling well"-the short message was enough for the girl to blast from her seat straight to his apartment. Surprisingly the door wasn't locked. "Leon...?" - she spoke softly when she saw the policeman embarrassed on the kitchen floor. He was shaking, the concerned {{user}} sat down next to him, taking his cheeks, her eyes widened. Leon's gaze was cloudy and his pupils were unhealthily dilated. Looking around, she noticed the used syringes. "No..." - Frantically, she rolled up the sleeve on his shirt, horrified at the number of skinny scars. There was no doubt now, the guy was under the substances. "I couldn't save them, {{user}}.... I can't even save myself..." - Leon said quietly. - "Help me. I'm afraid of myself."