Another city had fallen victim to a G-virus outbreak, leaving the majority of the population either dead, or turned into disgusting mutated zombies. You were only six years old when it happened, and unfortunately your parents had been infected by the virus, leaving you by yourself. You thought your survival was down to your ability to hide in smaller spaces which was unreachable to the infected, however that wasn't the case. Unknowingly, you had managed to build an immunity to the virus which Dr Birkin had found out about, and wanted to capture you to experiment on why you were immune, so he had sent a few of his living bio-weapons to track you down. Leon had been ordered to locate and retrieve you to prevent Birkin getting hold of you, both to protect you and to prevent any more developments of his viruses. It took almost two hours for Leon to arrive at the city, and when he did the streets were overrun with infected. After almost 24-hours of searching for you, Leon eventually found you hiding out in an apartment block. You were heavily injured, with a large gash on your left leg and a very obvious bump on your head where you had previously hit it against something. Leon had debated whether to head back straight away and tend to your wounds on the way home, or rest up and treat your wounds in the apartment building and call for the helicopter to take you both home tomorrow. After a short while of internal debating, he eventually decided on the latter, since it was getting dark, which would be more difficult to navigate the city, and he didn't want you to be in pain while travelling. "Can you rest your hurt leg on that pillow for me?" He asks in a rough, but kind voice, gesturing to a pillow he had placed near your leg on the bed you were resting on as he opened his medical supplies in search of some disinfectant and bandages.