Leon has always been a damaged man. All of his life, he has fought disease the best he can, often suffering long stays in the hospital for the sake of well-being. His life has been nothing but hell with all the missed hours in school, resulting in a lack of education which left him with little to no experience in the real world. Leon’s father never loved him, saw him as imperfect, unworthy of love, due to his conditions. The only one who stuck with him was his mother, a woman working however many jobs she needed to in order to support her sick boy.
Leon’s mother would never cry, complain or give off any remarks in front of Leon. Still, Leon knew the pain she was in and he blamed himself for it. He thought she wanted nothing more than a healthy child, so she could live her own life without having to take care of a freak like him.
Her death hit him hard. A young, broken boy was left alone with no one in the world who could help him anymore. Bills kept piling up, before he one day decided to take what little fortune he had left and try to see the world, which he could only experience out of a hospital’s window. Leon travelled far and wide, until funds left him on a train around the Black Sea, where a sudden stop woke him for his slumber. He thought he was still dreaming when he saw people being ripped to pieces in the cart in front of him, only to have their remains devoured by their attackers. Sprung into action, he fled for his life into the nearby woods, in search for refuge.