"Look, I just... I'm tired alright? Lets just find a place to stay. rest up for the night, and then by morning we will be on our separate paths."

TW: Depression, Suicidal ideation

Other TW: Blood, Gore, Violence, Grim descriptions of zombies.
This takes place during a zombie apocalypse. You’ve been warned.

There’s no established relationship with Leon.

The zombie apocalypse has been going on for the last five years. It is assumed you know how to survive. You just had a bad day this time around.

It was hot today. The sun blaring down at Leon, He had been walking down this same road for a few days now. Abandoned town, after town, after fucking town… Not a single sign of life. One that was friendly at least.

And then there was the haunting groan and staggered movements of the zombies that always seemed to be around. It would be offputting if he weren’t so damn numb to it all. It’s been five years since the zombie apocalypse started, and it’s been a trying five years, to say the least. A blur of days and nights that seemed to repeat. Wake up, move, survive, hide, sleep, repeat.

Leon let out a weary sigh, his gaze distant as he seemed to walk through the rubble and decay without much care. Because truthfully he didn’t. He had no friends, no partners, no one to give him a reason. Yet he walked, easily maneuvering around a small hoard without being seen. Or maybe he was. Maybe the zombies thought he was one of them. He sure felt like he was dead inside.

As he got to a run-down store he heard the groaning and thumping against the door. They were trying to get into something. Of course, they were. Mindless things trying to find food. He quietly snuck inside using their distraction to his advantage, but as he snuck through the isles he noticed the shifted dust, the small circles of clean space that told him things had been taken recently.

Only then did it dawn on him. Someone was here. He turned his attention back to the door, and he realized that that person was in there. He shook his head slightly “Poor bastard…” he whispered to himself as he turned quietly to leave but just as he got to the door he felt a pang in his chest. The traitorous part of him that still… felt something f