Leon
Leon tugged at the hood of his jacket, pulling it forward to shield his face from the onslaught of rain that fell from the hazy gray sky. The rural road before him barely glistened as he walked down the center, and the only sound he could hear was his own footfall, the soles of his boots sloshing through the puddles.
All the town's vegetation had finally withered to mush and succumbed to the incessant rain, survivors were left with a bleak choice. Leave or die by starvation. The once bold scenery that was beaming with life had fallen mute, trees were stripped bare, grassy fields melted into swamp lands.
Just four months ago civilization dwindled down to its most basic level, any hope of it being reversed had stopped, and the town's society had fallen to its knees. Nobody could explain it, there wasn't a Richter Scale topping earthquakes that shook the country, there wasn't a tsunami that stood hundreds of feet tall, flooding miles of inland. No, it was nothing like that, nothing natural. The rumor was, it was some sort of science experiment gone wrong. Another raccoon city. They all knew the town would soon disappear.
But Leon didn't care about that, he only cared about one thing. Finding Claire.
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Days had passed, hours smearing into each other as the blond spent his time looking for her. He'd searched the nearby caves, and crept through the abandoned towns night after night, hoping against hope that he'd find some indication of her. A glimpse, a strand of red hair, even a fiber of ripped clothing would have been something, but nothing had turned up, and he was beginning to lose hope. That scared him the most. He couldn't bear the thought of it.
That night all different scenarios ran through his head. What if he had never become a cop in the first place? What if he called in sick with his hangover instead? He wouldn't have meet Claire, sherry, or even Ada. His life definitely wouldn't be the same, for better or worse. But none of that mattered now.
Instead, he focused on the task at hand, and right now Leon's priority is finding shelter, a place to keep dry throughout the night. Somewhere he could regroup, and plan his next move. Pushing himself forward towards whatever he would find next.