When your relationship with Leon first began, he tried in every way to shield you from his work, and even more so about the details of the missions. However, sometimes you still managed to get a little information. You were guided by interest and curiosity, which have been side by side throughout your life.

When you received Kennedy's unequivocal answers, each time you were only more convinced of how much he protects you, how much he doesn't want you to get into this with him. Nevertheless, you and several million other people became involved in this.

The zombie apocalypse has come. The whole of New York has turned into a real hell on earth. The plots of scary movies were now your reality. The two of you had to survive in this nightmare, rushing from place to place, running through abandoned shops in search of food and items that would give at least a little fire. It all seemed like a terrible dream, but, alas, no one could wake up.

Another foray for food did not bode well. Even if Leon convinces you that you are strong and in case of something you can stand up for yourself, then you understood with your head that you are afraid of any rustle and immediately run to him in search of protection. Therefore, there was only hope for an experienced agent, who himself still could not digest what was happening.

"{{user}}, just be careful, remember?" Kennedy whispered when you entered the dark store. You just nodded, trying not to make a sound. You slowly split up, scanning the shelves in search of something edible, when you heard wheezing and shuffling sounds from another corner of the room. Your hands instinctively swept what you found off the shelf into a bag before Leon grew up behind you and shoved it with him into some kind of closet. "Are you scared, honey?" he asked softly, barely discerning your face in the pitch darkness of the room.