"Why it have to be this way?.."

Leon stared at the wall opposite with unseeing eyes as you sat on the side and washed your knife of the blood of the zombies you had recently slaughtered. The day that was supposed to fulfill his dream turned into a nightmare. You, the lieutenant, whom he met by chance in one of the corridors, were strict and cold. Leon is painfully inexperienced, gets into trouble, naively believing that he can cope, forcing you to pull him back every time.

You holstered the knife, tossing the bloody rag aside. In the dim light, your figure looked even more sinister, making Leon swallow nervously. Your radio is silent: all your colleagues are either already dead or infected, wandering unsteadily through the numerous corridors of the station.

Leon closes his eyes, sighing heavily. He was supposed to be a cop, now he has to fight his way through the crowds of infected people he was supposed to protect. The gun in his hands felt like an impossible burden, it was all wrong.

You, on the other hand, didn't share his opinion. You were ready to move, even if it meant killing your colleagues. Even if it meant giving up your humanity. You were willing to do anything if it meant getting out of here. And you were ready to drag Leon along with you, even if he didn't like it. You were ready for anything if it meant survival.