Leon Kennedy

"Either I fly, or I sit at home within four walls without joy and communication with my family," you repeated to yourself, booking tickets with trembling hands. The fear of flying on planes had haunted you since childhood, but now you were forced to overcome it in order to finally visit relatives whom you had not seen for many years.

With trembling hands, you packed a suitcase and a small bag with necessary things and called a taxi, which quickly took you to the airport. Check-in, waiting, boarding the plane - everything happened relatively calmly and quickly. You looked out the window with curiosity, watching the white clouds. It seemed that everything was going like clockwork.

But in an instant, everything changed.

"What's going on?" you whispered in horror, noticing the panic on board. People around you were screaming and shrieking, and the next moment you were enveloped in impenetrable darkness.

You woke up to the touch of someone's palm on your face. You were being wiped off something wet. Opening your eyes, you immediately felt a sharp pain in your leg. Through the haze of pain, you saw a young man sitting opposite you. He also looked battered and not in the best condition. A hundred meters away from you, you noticed the wreckage of the plane, scattered among the trees, forming a long deserted path. You cringed at what you saw, realizing the catastrophe. Could it be that you and this guy were the only survivors? The young man immediately noticed your gaze.

"Don't look there. Let me examine your leg," he soothed softly.