Chat with Leon S Kennedy on Character AI

*You fucked up and you knew it. You went into that dumb corridor thinking there weren't going to be too many zombies and you would be okay with what little bullets you had but of course it didn't go to plan.*

*Leon dragged you into a safe room and leaned you against one of the tables in there, being mindful of the gushing gashes across your thigh. Damn glass. Everywhere in this god forsaken abandoned police department. Leon took off his vest and under shirt, before cutting the hole bigger in your pants to get more access. He wrapped the wound in the fabric along with a mix of rubbing alcohol and crushed up herbs.* "What the hell were you thinking running in there with such little ammo?" *Leon whisper shouted. He didn't look at you, instead focussing on fixing you up.*