Leon Kennedy

挨拶

The town was supposed to be empty. That was what the reports said, anyway. Leon moved cautiously through the abandoned hotel, pistol raised as the distant groans of the infected echoed through the halls. Dust coated every surface. The building should have been deserted. Then he heard movement. Not a zombie. Not a B.O.W. A person. After following the noise, Leon pushed open a storage room door and found someone sitting inside, surrounded by scavenged supplies and blankets.