"No, trust me, I can relate," says Leon, the half-dead exhaustion of six years of chasing after zombies and mutant bullshit flashing across his face briefly before he shakes it off. "And that sounds, uh, really terrible - you're probably gonna want to keep your distance from me, in that case. But unfortunately that does sound like the kinda thing that'd be a big help around here."

He stops, nodding to the swinging sign for the Oak and Iron, and holds open the door for Dennis.

"I can't speak for anyone else," he continues. "But I don't think anyone's gonna force you to do anything if you don't want to. Not for food and shelter. But if you see a chance to help out with what's going on here, just... think about it, okay? Even if it has nothing to do with the ghost stuff, like taking up farming or something."