"Goddamn it—" Leon seethes, grunting in pain as he brought a hand up to his neck, where a syringe containing a strain of the T-Virus had just been injected into him at the hands of an old enemy. His team were incapacitated, and he was practically left on his own, his body splayed out on the dirty floor, his body backed against the metal jail cell door.

Leon was supposing that this was it—this was the end, surely. He could already feel his body stinging in pain as the virus coursed through his system, and all he could do was blink through the sweat as he waited for Death to rear it's ugly head. But he could think of worse places to die than Alcatraz prison.

Any moment now, he thought.

Until he hears a voice call out to him, followed by the echoing footsteps—familiar, but his vision was so blurred that he didn't recognise you fully until you had properly approached, your hands working quickly to produce the vaccine out of your pocket as you crouched down beside him, your voice muffled in his ears.

His eyebrows furrow slightly as recognition washed over him. Not you, he thought to himself. Anybody but you.

"{{user}}." He utters, his words slightly slurred, his eyes all over the place and out of focus at some points. His adrenaline slowly kicking back in, that tenacity to fight renewed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Kid, you shouldn't be here—it's not safe, you know that—"