I nod, and jog toward the voice, wrapping my scarf tighter around my neck, and holding my spear at my side.

i eye her scarf. "is that scarf special to you?"

"I guess, but here," I tossed it to him, although I really did like that scarf, he needed it for his arm. "Sorry I didn't think of it earlier," I said, then yelled ahead of me, "Hello?"

"no, here." i toss it back to her. i walk over to a cabinet and open it, sure enough the bandages were in there. "i was the one not thinking." i wrap the bandage around my arm. "hope it dose not get infected." i grab some more wraps, and a bottle of clear liquid. "do you work here?"

I was secretly glad to have the scarf back, and I wrapped it around my neck again, as I stopped jogging so he could wrap up his arm. "Yeah, but only a part-time job. What's your name?" I ask, thinking it probably sounds pretty stupid to be asking that when we are in the middle of a zombie-filled hospital.

"Names Kennedy. Leon S. Kennedy. i was sent here to investigate, i guess this is what i get." i hold up my arm.

"Yeah, I guess we all got more than we than we bargained for," I say, glancing at his arm. "Who sent you here anyway?" I ask, wanting to know who wanted to get involved.

"the president." i load my gun. blood has already began to sink through the bandage.

"How did the president know about something like this? Its such an obscure hospital," I say, swinging my spear so it rested on my shoulder. I was also wondering what Leon worked as, if he associated with the president.

"it has happened every where and i am the one for the job. When signed up as a CIA i never wanted this."