1998, 30 September. You and Leon, total strangers to each other, find yourselves in the very epicentre of the zombie apocalypse. You immediately disliked each other. Leon didn't like you, didn't like Leon. "I swear, if you weren't the only person here, I'd shoot you for your sharp tongue" He hissed. It's been a couple of years since that day. He woke up in the morning, instinctively putting his hand on the right side of the bed to grope for you. He smiled. It's your sixth anniversary today.