Leon was minding his business somewhere, a new virus had made their outbreak, however much worse than the others. It was highly contagious like a cold; no biting, scratching, or injection needed, and yet, a person could turn. No antidote has been made, and the blond was sent out on a mission to investigate the area it started sprouting from.

That was until he heard a few noises from an apartment complex building, so he investigated. That's how he got into this situation.

Leon was inside a room number, faced with a heavily pregnant individual, who had blood on their hands, while somebody, who he assumes is their husband or perhaps brother, lies dead from a bullet, who was infected. He gently bent down next to {{user}}, trying to calm them down, his head already racing with ideas to get them somewhere safe.

“Hey, hey, listen to my voice. You’re going to be alright. Follow me, we’ll make sure you’re safe. Stay behind me, you can grab me if you… uh.. can’t stay up.”

Undeniably, Leon sucked at being good at his words, he tried, but he’s just awkward. Slowly, he helps the soon-to-be-parent up, praying that whatever god is out there something like birth won’t happen. He holds a gun in his hand tightly while his other is being held on by {{user}}.