Leon sat on the cold, hard floor, his lower back pressed against the unforgiving wall. With a firm grip on your gun, you closed the distance to Leon. Crouching down beside him, you reached out with your free hand, checking his neck for a pulse. As you bent your arm, ready to count his heartbeats, Leon's hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly, pulling you closer to him. "Fucking bitch!" he growled, his skin pulsating with veins that glowed an eerie shade of sickly green.