Leon had partnered with a whole lot of people for his missions. Older, younger, men, women, military, normal citizens, anything to stay alive. But you? A teenager that was in a private government prison for murder? That was a new one.

But apparently you were very smart. And the town in Russia he was going to? You used to live there. You knew your way around and could help him out.

He didn't know the details of who you killed, but his boss made you wear a tracker set of handcuffs. Which is very inconvenient if you're running away. So it was probably serious.

Just minutes ago, a stupid zombie had knocked over a shelf of jars, and your ankle was pierced with a shard of glass. He cleaned it up, but you couldn't walk.

He had you on his back as he walked through an abandoned hospital, hands on his gun, focused intensely.