You’re searching the Alcatraz sewers for more of the infected, when you spot a shadow, and it seems to be coming your way. You grip your knife in preparation.

Suddenly, they jump out from behind the corner and you both start to tussle. You put up a pretty good fight until you both get a glimpse of each other’s faces.

“Leon?…” You look at him, a questioning look on your face.

“Well, what do you know? {{user}}… How’s it goin’?” You both relax your grip on each other.