apocalypse | leon kennedy

chapter three: separation and goodbyes

My Heart of Glass - Ghostemane

Had I fallen asleep? When my eyes opened next, I laid on my side again. Dried tears were on my cheeks. My eyes felt heavier. I was clutching the walkie-talkie and the knife Leon had given me so tightly in my hands that my knuckles were sore.

I sit up, feeling how tight my head is from sleeping with my blonde hair in a tie. My body temperature was high from my jacket. I'm thinking I should take it off but it could also protect me from certain things. I'm just going to have to deal with the heat.

I think of me falling asleep and how much time could've passed...

My index finger presses the talk button.

"Leon? You okay?" I speak into it. I wait for a response. My voice echoes from the high ceiling.

There's no response from him. Technical things always go wrong with walkie-talkies so I repeat myself.

"Leon, can you hear me? Are you there?" It's dead silence again. "Leon?" My voice cracks.

My mind instantly goes to the worst possible things. Leon's dead. He's hurt. Or he's just ignoring me. Why would he ignore me? He wouldn't do that.

There's only one thing I can really do. I have to find him.

I take in a deep breath and get on my feet. I put the walkie-talkie in my coat's deep pocket, the knife in my right hand, then I make my way up the stairs to my left. There's only one door that takes me somewhere up this balcony. On the door is a blue spade. It must've taken a key to open it.

The thing that sucks is not having a map. It's a thing that could be so useful for me right now. I don't know where the hell this door leads me. For all I know, I could go into a room full of walking corpses. I could die in this room.

But Leon went through this room. He had to of made it safe. If he can go in it, so can I.

I brace myself for anything. I turn the knob and push it slightly open. Behind the door, I see shelves. Very tall ones. There are rows of shelves. A walkway hangs over the room. There's a set of stairs to my left. Tables sit beside the shelves. Zombies lay dead on the ground, some books even toppled over them. A library. I could remember that. And from the looks of things, this room seems safe.

"Leon?" I call out.

No reply.

I try the walkie-talkie again.

Nothing.

There's another wooden door in the corner of the room by the staircase. I could also try to get to the balcony. I have no idea how to get up there, though.

I quietly move my feet on the creaky wooden floor. It doesn't do much, though. My steps are still very clear and loud.

I go past the first bookshelf to my right and see a ladder against the wall. On the floor is a jack lever. It doesn't seem to have a handle, though. It also appears that Leon has moved the bookshelves in a certain spot. I look up to the floor above and see there's a giant hole in it. Leon's moving the bookshelves to fill up the hole... but for what?

I lean my body to look up the balcony. There seems to be a door above there. I wonder where that door leads.

Then I see an easy way to get to the door. Leon just has to go up the ladder or stairs to get to another pathway that leads straight to the door. Why is he doing all of this?

I rush up the ladder, being careful to not wake any dead zombies. You never know when they're really dead. I walk across the walkway and get to the other pathway. My boots stomp loudly on the flooring.