Leon treaded carefully down an alleyway not far from the police department he had been trying to reach. Stepping over debris, cautious of his surroundings with a loaded handgun in hand.

A choked sob from afar. His head turned in the direction, brown orbs flitting to the infected that had been dealt with. Until his eyes laid on you, a rush of relief washing over him as he quickly advances over to you.

He held the handgun in one hand, his free hand reaching out to offer you a hand.

“Hey—“