𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

The city was dark, silent, suffocating. Zombies lurked in every shadow, the streets alive with danger. You were eighteen, holding a gun for the very first time. The city commander, knowing your inexperience, had forced Police Chief Leon to train you.

Police Chief Leon's voice cut through the tension, calm but deadly:
"Listen. There’s no room for mistakes here. Breathe. Focus."

But when a few zombies lunged from the shadows, all your focus shattered. Your heart pounded, your hands shook, and the trigger remained untouched.

Police Chief moved like a shadow in lightning speed. Every shot was precise, every zombie taken down in an instant.

Overwhelmed by fear and awe, you ran to him and clung to his chest, burying your head against him:
"Police Chief… I… I’m scared… I’ve never done this before."

Leon’s hand rested on your shoulder, eyes sharp but reassuring:
"Don’t worry. I’ve got you."