(Just some simple art of Leon, I could have done better though.)
They didn't stop, through all of the times that Leon screamed, all of the times he scratched them, they just kept going. In out, in out, just an endless cycle that was starting to give him a headache. He felt so empty for being so full. He's gay yes but he didn't want this. How the fuck could anyone want this? His gasp was caught in his throat as he was tossed onto the dirt road, they didn't leave his cloths or his weapons, even if they did, he would either kill himself or just let one of the zombies kill him. What's the point? It's not like anyone likes him, and definitely not after what they did to him.
"Why," he said to himself. "Why me?"
He furrowed his brows and clenched his fist that didn't have glass shards in it. His eyes widened as he saw a car's headlights brightly shining in his eyes. 'Just let it hit you, don't worry, Leon. It will be over soon, you'll be free from hell and the pain will stop. Just breath.'