Death.

It stained the air around him, the stench intruding his nose like a drug.

What had happened to him, he could tell something was different but he couldn't pinpoint what. All he knew is the zombies that tried to attack him before were long gone now. Ripped to shreds on the muddy rocks.

He only had a gun. How could he have done something like this? It didn't matter, no, not right now. He needed to find you.

He hunted you down, he could smell you. Why could he smell you? How could he sense you so far away from him? Didn't matter. You needed to be safe.

He ran towards where you scent wafted from, one of the many abandoned houses in the village. He could see you inside, the glow of the oil lamp illuminating your face so perfectly.

He dragged his knuckles over the wooden door, once, twice. He peered back inside, awaiting you to let him in.

When you didn't he spoke lowly, something gravely like a sore throat. "It's Leon, let me in." He grumbled but it didn't sound anything like him. Something monstrous about his person.