AN: In this chapter, I try to explain Leon's backstory, since the movie doesn't really give us one, but to me here, it feels a little botched, IDK. I also threw in a POV of an ordinary civilian at a request and tried to explain how he feels in terms of living with Wesker. Bonus points to Resident Evil fans to recognises the name.

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The anti-aircrafts were clearing a path as the jumbo military plane came closer to the White House. Leon stood on the rooftop, waiting for the drop of supplies while lost in his own thoughts. Down at the front of the White House, he could see Wesker taking his anger out on the undead, needlessly pulverizing them, while a couple of his Umbrella followers captured a zombie and brought it inside the White House for experiments. Thinking back to his fight against Chris in his attempt to protect Wesker, Leon wondered if he had done the right thing. For years, he had been fighting against the undead and after so long, Leon was weary of the fight, wishing for a day when things could go back to normal. Then, Wesker showed up at the White House, along with several of his own men, including Ada, whom Leon had thought dead and the former head of Umbrella had spoken of being able to create a cure, one that could literally turn zombies back into humans. Naturally, Leon was hesitant to trust Wesker, knowing of Umbrella's role in the apocalypse, but that desperation for a normal world had driven him to accept Wesker's offer. Even though he didn't trust Wesker and part of him was sure that Wesker had his own agenda, Leon went through with it, desperation overriding him. No one else at the White House agreed with the inclusion of Wesker and his men taking over in their 'quest to help save humanity' and honestly, Leon could understand that. But he knew that cure was possible and he so desperately wanted that to happen. And perhaps in the reborn world, there could be a chance for him and Ada…

Before the apocalypse, Leon had just been a Secret Service agent working for the President, having initially been a police officer in his younger days. But then the apocalypse broke out and Leon was forced to kill the President, who had been turn into a zombie. From there, he rescued a handful of survivors and managed to clear out the White House, barricading it and making it a safe haven as the world burned around them. Unfortunately, supplies were dwindling over time and with the zombie horde growing by the day, it was getting hard to scavenge for supplies. Then, Wesker showed up and with his connections, was able to have supplies flown in when possible, for which Leon was thankful. It was like he owed a lot to Wesker, especially since now that Ada was back with him.

Leon sighed as he remembered his first meeting with Ada during the initial outbreak. In their search for survivors, they had grown somewhat close until Ada was seemingly killed. But now he knew that she had faked her death so she could join Wesker in Umbrella, carrying out his orders for him around the world, such as rescuing Alice from the Russian Umbrella facility. He had been surprised when Ada first showed up at the White House, but that was soon replaced by happiness to know she was alive and he just hoped that she wouldn't be taken away from him again, wanting something more once the apocalypse was over.

"You look like you've got a lot on your mind."

Leon turned sharply, relaxing when he saw it was Claire.

"I'd be surprised if I was the only one," he said, watching the supply crates slowly descend, another beneficiary factor from Wesker.

"So, what's your story?" Claire asked, "Did you use to work for Umbrella?"

"What makes you say that?"

She shrugged, "Mainly from how you fought my brother for Wesker."

Leon sighed, "Wesker knows how to make a cure. I didn't want your brother to risk killing him and therefore losing our chance to save the world."

"Do you really think Wesker cares about saving the world? I've only met him once before and that small encounter alone showed me how much of a bastard he is. I know he can't be trusted. Why do you trust him?"

"I don't…but I have to believe there's a chance. The world cannot stay like this forever. I do wish to see it restored. I have been fighting zombies for too long. Either I end up dying at their hands or the world is saved. I prefer the latter."

The crates reached the compound and Leon led the way with Claire, keeping watch as soldier broke the crates open and began spreading the supplies out.

"Where are you getting the supplies from?" Claire asked as she watched the jumbo jet fly out of sight.

"Wesker," Leon replied, "He apparently knows someone who can get us supplies."

"And you haven't stopped to think that they might be laced with the virus?"

"I understand your concern and initially, we thought that too. Whatever Wesker has done for Umbrella and what his current goals are, he seems genuine so far in helping humanity. As much as I don't want to admit it, we really do need him."

Claire nodded slightly, not entirely sure if she should believe Leon's words. With her memories now restored, she could recount the months of horror she had faced at the hands of Umbrella, fighting off the infected and losing her friends in the process, as well as briefly losing her memories. She knew Wesker was responsible for his part and she knew there was no way she could ever forgive him, whether he was successful in creating a cure or not.

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The sounds of a zombie snarling within the corridors of the White House had everyone on edge and David King was no exception, his hands sweaty from tightening further on his handgun. Two former Umbrella scientists made their way down the hallway, a shackled and muzzled zombie in their grips, while Wesker followed them, a man who inspired only fear and death, not hope like he had promised. It was another day and another subject brought inside the fortress for further experiments, testing the possible cure. Not that David King was sure if there even was one. Just like the rest of the survivors, there was no trust held for those who defected from Umbrella, even less so for Wesker. Sure he may be bringing in supplies, sure he help fight the undead and sure he might be searching for a cure, but he had worked for Umbrella, creating the apocalypse. David had heard stories about Wesker and the things he used to do and they did not fill him with much trust for the man. He feared for the day when Wesker would turn on them, knowing that it was only a matter of time. Ever since the former head of Umbrella had arrived at the White House, offering a truce to Leon, things had gone from tense to white-knuckle-fear. David couldn't believe that Wesker would be creating a cure, knowing there was no such thing as one and often tried not to wonder what Wesker was really doing in his makeshift laboratories. Was he making a stronger virus or creating an indestructible zombie? Or some new grotesque creature of nightmares to slaughter everyone with?

Whatever the case, David feared for his life and everyone else's, while questioning if Leon was in the right mind. He had seen the looks the Resistance leader had given Wesker's associate, could see the feelings there and it made him feel even less secure. He felt that Leon was going by his emotions rather than thinking about everyone else. And then came along Alice. David didn't know much about her, but he had heard rumors that like Wesker, she used to work for Umbrella. Apparently, not only had she defected, but she had also gained a number of superpowers from the virus, powers that he had witnessed when she fought against the undead alongside Wesker. Powers that made him fear Wesker in the first place and apparently, Alice was meant to be the one who could save humanity. David didn't know if he was just being paranoid, but he knew he had everyone's best interests in heart and for people to put their trust in two super-powered Umbrella rogues was not something he recommended.

David sighed to himself, trying to remember when life used to be so simple. When he was a mail delivery man with a beautiful wife and a lovely house. Then, the virus broke out and David lost his wife, before trying to fight his way through the zombies with a small handful of survivors. Thankfully, they were rescued by Leon, who took them to the fortified White House and he took part in the fight, doing his best to help others. But with each passing day, it was getting harder, so David could at least understand a little bit as to why Leon had accepted Wesker's offer. They were all fueled by fear and desperation, struggling to make it to the next day, wishing for a better tomorrow and praying for a day when they could finally venture outside without having to look over their shoulder for a zombie or Las Plagas.

Tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, David decided to go and help others with the new arrival of supplies, walking past an angered Alice and he avoided eye contact, thankful that she was too much in a mood to notice him. He didn't want any trouble from anyone, especially Wesker and always made sure he stayed out of the way. David hated this feeling, this constantly being on edge, the constant paranoia, even if he was currently in one of the safest places on the planet and now with one of the most evil men in the same building, David felt like he was going to have a complete nervous breakdown any minute. He knew something had to be done soon, but what, he didn't know. He felt it was only a matter of time before something happened and this boiling pot of tension exploded into absolute pandemonium. And David knew he didn't want to be around for that at all.

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