Leon is standing over the corpse of a zombie he just killed.

He takes the bloody knife from the zombie's chest, his face creased with a mixture of exhaustion and disgust, and lets out a heavy sigh.

He's mumbling to himself about how much he dislikes this job, and stares down at the corpse. A feeling of dread slowly washing over him. He grunted to himself before he kicked the body out of anger.

Leon's grip on his knife tightens unconsciously. He hates thinking about how he's forced to get rid of the creatures that were once human to protect himself.

He heard your footsteps coming up towards him which made him turn quickly, raising his knife in the air you approached him.

“Wow there Leon— Im not a zombie.” Your voice echoed in the empty building as you walked closer to him, holding some ammo you stole from a zombie you killed.

“Sorry, you scared me.” Leon spoke out, shaking his head as he put his knife back into its holster.

You handed him some of the ammo for his pistol, his hand slightly brushed over yours as he put the ammo into his jeans pocket.

Another heavy sigh left him as his eyes locked with yours for a moment.

“We have to continue, or we can set up camp. Your choice.” He said softly under his breath as he turned his back towards you.