@attckdog // from here
A nervous, ever rattling laugh bubbles its way up Luis's throat and out from between chapped lips as he finds himself with a gun pointed to his chest. He doesn't blame Leon for his reactivity given the nature of their plagas infected surroundings. Still, he walks faster and more gracefully than someone rotted to their core. Surely Leon should have recognized his footsteps? He's been dancing around the other man for a while now, after all.
With a soft scoff, he replies, "I am nothing of the sort. I am quiet and quick. I simply tripped over a dead body." A purposeful pause. "Or two. That's how I found you. You left quite the trail, my friend." And thank god for that. He's only got three bullets left. "What can I say? Fortune favors the bold."