Who: Leon S. Kennedy and anyone What: Dealing with the idea of no Umbrella Corporation. Where: Apartment Complex Kitchen When: Morning Warnings: TBD
After waking up from the best sleep he'd had in months, maybe even years, Leon got up and was determined to do something worthwhile. Since he was told by Sam there was no Umbrella Corporation, he'd been thinking maybe he could get by here. No zombies or estranged viruses, no cultists bent on controlling the world, nothing. Then again, he didn't have someone like Ingrid to keep him informed on the world or Ada to pop in and make things confusing. It was almost...boring.
He made his way down to the kitchen dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, leaving what he called his "work clothing" behind with his weapon and knife. This place was safe to him and he could live with that for a while. All he needed was a good cup of coffee to get him going for the day and to find himself a job. Leon smiled, joking that maybe he could get in contact with whoever the President was and find a job that way. Rest assured though, he knew he'd be going old fashioned and using a newspaper if he could find one.