Could you help me with this, Gwen?" Leon asked as he rounded the corner and spotted a collapsed metal cabinet.

"Yeah." Gwen placed her hands just below Leon's and they pushed the metal cabinet back against the wall. She winced when she pulled away and saw blood soaking through the gauze wrapped around her hand.

"How is it?" Leon worriedly asked her.

"Hurts like hell, but I'll live. Just need to find some more gauze to replace this blood-soaked one," she said.

"Alright, but if it starts hurting more, tell me," he replied in a serious tone.

Gwen smiled at him. "I will."

Leon swiveled on his heels and walked into the room. He didn't make it far before a large, mutated man jumped down from the ceiling. "What the-?!" The monster grabbed him before he could seize his pistol and shoved him down on the metal catwalk.

Gwen gripped her gun tightly and fired round after round at the monster, successfully snatching its attention. "C'mon, you ugly bastard," she mumbled, reloading her gun. It swung a metal pipe at her, but she dodged it before it made contact with her head. The creature growled and turned its anger towards her, giving the man a chance to escape. "Leon, move!"

Leon watched in horror as the monster targeted Gwen while he recovered and got to his feet. It swung the metal pipe in its grasp wildly while trapping her in a corner. Leon grabbed his shotgun and fired at the creature's head. It turned and stared at him with rage, jumping over to him and breaking the walkway underneath him.

"Jesus..." Leon panted once he recovered from the fall. Slowly, the monster dragged its body off the piece of walkway and its arm pulsated. "Words won't work on this thing..."

"Leon!" Gwen shouted from the catwalk.

She tried to jump down to the floor below, but Leon stopped her. "Stay there!" The monster trudged towards Leon, who promptly backed away and reloaded his shotgun.

Gwen ran across the catwalk and fired round after round when the monster came into sight. Leon, on the floor below with the creature, kept a small distance between him and the monster to keep out of reach from the metal pipe in its hand.

After running around and shooting the creature, it cried out in pain and its arm grew, revealing an eye.

"Well, that's new," Gwen commented. Seeing the eye blink and twitch, she grimaced at the sight.

Leon was disgusted at the sight and fired at the optic, resulting in a strange liquid to spurt from it. Gwen followed suit and shot a couple of rounds at the eye, forcing the monster to a single knee.

The echo of bullets firing was all that could be heard as the duo continued to shoot the monster. The battle went on for what felt like hours until Leon discharged one last bullet. The creature wailed out in pain as it backed away from Leon. It backed into a railing, its body tipping over the metal and falling into an abyss of darkness.

At the sound of the ladder to the catwalk unhitching and sliding down, Leon called out to the only other person he knew who was around. "Gwen, was that you?"

"I'm still over here, Leon," she replied as she reached the hole in the catwalk and jumped over it. She walked through the small room and over to the ladder just as Leon climbed up.

"Did you see who unlatched the ladder?" He asked once he was back on the catwalk.

Gwen shook her head. "No, I didn't."

Leon's eyes narrowed as he searched the machinery room. "Somebody's watching us..."

"Whoever they are, they helped us-a little late, I might add. And now that the creature's gone, we can move forward. I wouldn't want to stick around in case that thing comes crawling back from wherever it fell."

"Yeah. Let's see where this takes us," Leon said, tossing the shotgun across his back.

When they entered the control room, Leon pulled a lever and created a path across the large gap. With clanking footsteps, they crossed to the other side and entered a small operators room. Down a small path in the back of the room was a ladder that led to a manhole above.

Before climbing up the ladder, a strange feeling washed over Leon. He froze for a few seconds, but shook away the odd sensation. Gwen noticed his change in demeanor and grew concerned. "What's wrong, Leon?"

"Just a... weird, foreboding feeling. Stay here until I check what's above us. I've a feelings this sensation isn't just nothing."

Gwen didn't want to be left behind after Leon promised to do everything together, but the dark expression on his face made her rethink for a few seconds. "Uh, yeah. Just shout for me if it's safe."

He nodded. "Will do."

Leon climbed the ladder and pushed up on the metal plate to survey the area. He was blinded from the headlights of a police cruiser for a brief second before his eyes adjusted. "It's the parking garage," he muttered to himself as he pushed the manhole cover aside and climbed out.

In the distance, Leon spotted a parking authorization meter by the entrance. As he approached the device, he used his flashlight to see if he had any unwanted tagalongs following him or alerted to his presence. Now standing in front of the meter, he groaned once he realized he didn't have a keycard to open the entrance of the garage. "Damn. Needs a keycard..."

Claws scraping against the asphalt and snarling could be heard from behind Leon. Dread rose in his chest as he spun to face the source of the sound, disbelief crossing over his face. "You gotta be kidding me..."

A Dobermann lurked a few feet away, eyes clouded over with blood and slobber dripping from its mouth. Leon grimaced at the image and went to grab his pistol, but the dog attacked and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. "Get off of me!"

Down below, Gwen heard Leon's shouting and scrambled up the ladder as fast as she could. At the top, she heard a gunshot and peeked over the edge of the manhole to see who fired the bullet. A woman in a trench coat, sunglasses, and heels had shot the Dobermann pinning Leon down. "Hey," she casually responds.

Leon pushes the dog's body off of him and eyes the woman. "Who's that?"

"Stay sharp," she replies, pistol at the ready.

Gwen crawled out of the manhole, her footsteps silent as she drew her handgun. Leon saw her sneaking up behind the woman and drew his own pistol, aiming it at the mysterious individual. "Lower it," she commanded, closing the distance between her and Leon with her weapon aimed at him. She pulled something out of her pocket and flipped it open. "FBI."

Leon glanced at Gwen for a split second before eyeing the woman's credentials and lowering his pistol. "Sorry... Thank you-"

The Dobermann came back to life to bite Leon, but Gwen was the fastest out of the three. She shot it in the head, killing it and alerting the woman. The short-haired individual spun on her heels and pulled the trigger without warning. "No!" Leon desperately shouted when hearing the gun fire.

Luckily, Gwen rolled out of the bullet's path at the last second, her finger resting on the trigger of her pistol as the woman faced her. The short-haired woman pulled her sunglasses down slightly, eyeing Gwen closely. "Damn. I thought you were a terrible shot and missed him. Glad to see that wasn't the case."

"We happen to be traveling together," Gwen huffs in annoyance.

The woman lowered her pistol with a sigh, glancing between Gwen and Leon. "Surprised you two made it this far."

"I'm surprised to see a FBI agent in this mess. Don't they usually avoid stuff like this and wait 'til everything calms down to investigate?" Gwen grumbled, holstering her gun.

"We usually do," the woman vaguely answers. "But not this time."

"What's going on here?" Leon inquired as he got to his feet.

"Sorry," the woman replies, turning her back to Leon and Gwen. "That information's classified."

"Of course, it is..." Gwen mumbled with a frown.

The woman's heels clacked against the asphalt as she walked away from the couple. Leon tried to get more answers from her before she was out of earshot. "Where are you going?"

She came to a stop and faced Leon. "Do yourself a favor: stop asking questions and get the hell out of here." Without another word, she headed to the door in the back of the parking garage.

"Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" Leon shouted as she walked through the door and disappeared.

"Let's follow her. I don't trust her even with a FBI badge," Gwen confesses.

"Me, neither. Let's go."

Leon and Gwen followed the woman. They entered the door in the back of the parking garage, wondering where she went. "I've never been to this part of the station," Gwen commented.

They passed through a cell door, stepping over a dead security guard. The couple came to a complete stop when they spotted the numerous of cells. Walking down the corridor, the two saw numerous of zombies and dead bodies in the cells. "Who'd take the time to lock up so many of them?" Leon questioned.

"Maybe they weren't zombies before being locked up. Someone had to put them behind bars because look at their clothes. None of them are wearing the normal jumpsuit," Gwen said.

"Do you think they were innocent people?" Leon asked.

The archivist shrugged. "Who knows, but someone locked them up and it wasn't before the outbreak."

As they walked, the zombies reached through the bars and tried to grab them. The stench from the monsters and the dead bodies were overwhelming as they turned the corner and walked to the end.

Inside the cell at the end was a man, smoking a cigarette as he sat on the cot. When he heard Leon's and Gwen's footsteps, he tore his eyes from the ground and looked up. "Hello?"

Leon and Gwen exchanged glances before rushing to the cell. The man pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and flew to his feet. "I don't believe it... Real humans," he muttered, grabbing the bars with a smile. "Hello, humans."

"Uh, what else would we be if we're not human?" Gwen questioned with a raised brow.

"One of those damned things who'll try to take a chunk outta you," the man explained.

"They still fall under the category of "human"-biologically speaking. Just not including the cannibalism and rotting limbs..." The woman mumbled under her breath.

Leon heard her response and couldn't help but smile. He wiped away his smile as he met the man's gaze. "You been here long?"

"Long enough. Are we the last ones alive?" He pondered.

The officer shook his head. "No, no, there's a few of us."

"Oh," the man sighs in relief. "That's good news, I guess."

"You guess?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah. Unless, of course, Irons sent you."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing? Chief Irons is a good and honorable man," Gwen retorts while glaring at the imprisoned man.

"You're wrong on that one, sweetheart," he said.

The inky-haired woman crossed her arms in disbelief. Leon placed a hand on her shoulder as he asked about the chief. "Is he still around?"

"Who cares," the man said. "Hopefully, he's somebody's dinner by now."

Leon was taken aback at the response and blinked a few times. "What do you mean by that?"

"He's the bastard that locked me in here," the man snarls.

Gwen frowned at him. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"I'm sure he had a good reason," Leon retorts.

"Next thing you're gonna say is he trapped all these people in here," Gwen clicked her tongue in frustration.

"He did. Whether you believe it or not, he's a shitbag. Placing all the survivors who were infected in the station and moving them to the jail before they could turn." He placed the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled a single puff of smirk. "I was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass. I'd have done the same thing too, I guess."

"You're just a piece of-" The young woman went to snap back at the man for accusing Chief Irons, but a banging noise silenced her. Leon and Gwen glanced to their left when the sound came from.

"Hey!" The bespectacled man suddenly shouts desperately. "I'll make you both a deal. Unlock this cell and I'll give you this." He held up a parking pass, showing the couple exactly what they needed to escape the parking garage and the station entirely.

Leon and Gwen glanced at one another unsurely. "How can we trust him?" The archivist inquired.

Before Leon could respond, the man snapped. "There's no other way outta that parking garage! Believe me!"

The officer shared the same doubts as Gwen. "Sorry... We can't do that. We'd have to talk to the chief first."

Another loud bang was heard, much closer than the previous one. Gwen's neck snapped to examine the corridor, but nothing was there. "I don't like this, Leon..."

The man in the cell became more irritated and desperate. "Look, we're all prisoners in this station. So either we play nice and help each other out-" Another thunderous bang echoed through the jail, striking fear into the stranger. "Shit. It's coming."

"What's "it"?" Gwen questioned, fear present in her expression.

"What's coming?" Leon demanded.

The man backed away from the cell door. "C'mon-c'mon, don't be assholes... okay? You need this!" He shouted, referring to the parking pass. "Just get me the fuck outta here!"

"What is the-!" Gwen shouted, but suddenly screamed out in fear as a large, gloved hand broke through the cell wall and grabbed the man by the head. He screamed in pain as his body was lifted off the ground and slammed against the bricks.

The enormous hand around the man's head tightened, causing him to scream louder. A loud pop from the pressure around the stranger's head resulted in his silence. Before Gwen could witness the gruesome scene, Leon clamped a hand over her eyes and pulled her away from the cell.

After the stranger's body was dropped, Leon released Gwen, who refused to look at the scene. The officer grimaced at the sight as he latched his fingers around the bars of the cell. "Oh, my god..."

"Is it bad? Tell me it isn't bad," she begged, her back turned to the cell.

"Uh..." Leon murmured, staring at the eye that bulged out of the man's crushed skull. "We've seen worse."

Gwen clearly knew he was lying to some extent but knew he did it for her sake. "Good to know. Can you open the cell door and get the parking pass?"

"No. We'll need to-"

The clacking of heels against the stone flooring caught Leon's and Gwen's attention. The archivist ran a hand through her inky locks in frustration as the officer grasped his pistol and aimed it at the darkness. "Who is it now?"