You had heard the footsteps approaching before you moved to hide in the back as you held your knife, ready to attack. The footsteps were slow, moving around the room as your hand shook, waiting to see if whatever had entered the dark-room got closer to where you were hidden. You had bumped into a few zombies as you ventured further into the RPD, so you knew what to expect. As the footsteps approached, you realized the zombie was getting closer to your hiding spot; you'd run out of ammo a while ago, so a knife was all you had left.

Leon didn't expect anyone else to be in the RPD; he practically looked everywhere, and the most he was expecting was a zombie or maybe a licker. He couldn't even hear the tyrant stalking around as he approached your hiding spot, so it was to his surprise when he got closer and you jumped out, nearly slashing him with your knife as he was able to fight you off. "Shit!" He cursed, jumping back from you as he realized it was another survivor.