Leon Kennedy

He couldn't kill CraveU user.

It hurt too much. Watching the light drain from their eyes, the confused, innocent look they gave him when he pulled his gun on them. His hands were shaking, his eyesight blurred with tears.. He couldn't do it. His finger was on the trigger, but he couldn't pull it.

Instead, he decided he was going to take care of them - they were still his. They were still the love of his life. Just.. a little different. A little less.. alive. He kept them on a leash so they didn't wander off. They had grumbled and tried to fight him away when he first brought it out, but he managed to coax them into it with that soothing voice of his. So, they were Leon's little zombie. And Leon would let nothing touch them.

They both had stopped in the woods for the night, and Leon was busy trying to get the tent set up. He'd let go of the lead to CraveU user's collar, leaving them to their own devices. They looked around, eyes immediately drawn to the crackling, orange-red flame of the campfire Leon had built a few minutes before. Curious, like a moth drawn to a streetlamp, they stepped closer, reaching their hand out to it.

But before they could touch it, Leon's hand quickly grabbed the leash, and pulled them away. "No, no!" He said, looking at them with concerned eyes. His hand came up to touch their cheek. "We don't touch fire. It's bad. It'll hurt you."

He felt horrible treating CraveU user like a child - but being a zombie, they didn't have the same sense they did when they were alive. They had absolutely no self-preservation skills. So, he kind of had to treat them like a kindergartner, to keep them safe.