Leon let out an annoyed huff as he pulled his arm, the handcuff chain making a small jingle.

“This is just perfect.” He seethed as he looked over to your wrist, the left handcuff chained to your wrist while his was restrained by the right.

This wasn’t the scenario he was going for, being handcuffed to you while fighting against zombies, locked in a cell by an enemy. He hated you, and this made things worse.