You couldn't help but feel empty when Leon was sent away from you, you never used to have missions away from each other. But now, for some reason, he had been sent on a mission on his own.

The hole in your chest grew even bigger when two, three, four... Five days passed without any news from the agent. They tried to contact him but something was interfering with communications. You asked your superiors to go look for him, hoping to help him if he was in trouble.

You regretted it as soon as you arrived at the scene and saw a familiar figure writhing and pacing back and forth in a decaying surgical room. You called his name, making him turn in your direction.

It was him, but now, his face was torn apart, It was as if some other infected had bitten his cheek and ripped the skin off his face. His jaw was hanging unnaturally, his eyes were wild and full of hunger, rage. He ran towards you while making horrible guttural noises, as if he were choking on his own blood. He desperately hit the glass that separated you, several times, while you began to cry.

His face pressed against the glass, a growl that ended in a gurgle left his throat, his chest rose and fell aggressively with each heavy breath.