Marvin had just come back from a raid with a bite on his side. Thanks to Jericho, I knew that bites usually meant that the person would become a zombie within an hour or two (Jericho was a huge zombie apocalypse person, don't ask.), so if I didn't get out of here, I was screwed. I still had both hands handcuffed to the bed, basically trapping me in this room. (And for those of you wondering, I did get released every once in a while to do business, so shut up) I heard a loud CREEEAAAK come from the locked down door to my right. I twisted to see as much as I could, and I watched in shock as the door lifted, revealing a man crawling through underneath it. He was kicking against what I think was a zombie, and Marvin stumbled over to him, kicking the dead guy away and crushing it's skull under the door.

"You're safe, for now." Marvin said, leaning against the bloodied door, hand over his wound. The man sat on the floor, breathing heavily. I couldn't see his face from where I was, but judging from Marvin's words, I'd have to guess that the man was terrified.

"Thanks…" The man breathed, audibly trying to pull himself together.

"Marvin Branagh."

"Leon Kennedy." said Leon. He sat there, slouched on the ground. "There was another officer- I-I couldn't- I couldn't-" Marvin limped over to him, holding out his hand.

"Here." After a moment of hesitation, Leon grabbed Marvin's hand, hoisting himself up. I shifted a bit, laying back down, but with my head still facing them.

"I'm sure you did what you could, Leon." Marvin attempted to reassure. Leon scoffed lightly. I figured her thought he could do more.

"Don't think for a second that you could've done more. That would be stupid and reckless." I piped up, turning my face to the ceiling. I heard him turn quickly, looking for the source. I could literally feel his gaze on me.

"I didn't get your name." He said.

"I'll take redundant statement for 400." I muttered, sitting up again. I held out my hand to the best of my ability. "I'm Jeremiah. Nice to meet the rookie everyone's been talking about."

"That including your parents?" Right, Marvin is one of the ones who doesn't like me. I glared at him, not dignifying that with a response.

"What's he talking about?" I knew he'd find out eventually, so I told him about my family. After I finished, he just looked at me with this look in his eyes. I still don't quite know how to describe it. At the time, I thought he was pitying me, but now, I think it might have been something else.

"I don't understand why you're still handcuffed to a cot."

"They, or really just Marvin now, don't trust me. He thinks I'm liable to kill you both if I'm let go." I said, shrugging, a 'what can you do' expression plastered on my face. Internally, I was thinking about why he trusted me. It was clear that there were several good reasons to keep me handcuffed.

"Would you?" I mutely shook my head.

"Maybe before all this happened." I replied, lying back down, thoroughly worn out with this conversation. He really knows how to ask the deep questions. I heard shuffling for a few minutes, before I heard conversation pick back up.

"Does anyone know what started this?" I heard Leon ask.

"Not a clue." Marvin responded, sounding pained. "But honestly, all you need to know is that this place will eat you alive if you aren't careful."

"Yeah, well." I heard a gun click, and I automatically twitched. "I was supposed to start last week and I got a call to stay away. I wish I'd come here sooner."

"You're here now, Leon. That's all that matters." I heard footsteps, sounding much heavier than Marvin's limping.

"OK, Lieutenant, I'm ready." I heard Leon state, the footsteps stopping.

"Hopefully, you'll be able to find a way out of this station. The officer you met earlier- Elliot. He thought that this secret passageway might do the trick." Marvin coughed wetly.

"This is good news. We'll be able to get you to a hospital."

"No." Marvin denied. "No, I'm not the priority here."

"Lieutenant, I can't just leave you here-"

"I am giving you an order here, rookie. You save yourself first. I'd come with you, but I'd just slow you down. Now, you'll need this." I figured Marvin had given Leon his gun, judging by the protest he uttered. I turned out until I heard Leon turn to leave. Sitting up, I looked at him, considering. He looked like he was my age, and I could tell he had no idea what to do.

"Hey, Leon!" I called, making my decision. "Aim for the head, and don't let them bite you." With an affirming nod, he left the room, gun in hand.