The book of Smut and Imagines.

4 days.

RE: infinte darkness Leon Kennedy X Reader.

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"Work is becoming increasingly harder and yes, I will Blame Hunnigan for it" You say very much out of breath, very much losing blood from a shoulder wound.

Leon huffs next to you his back place firmly against the concrete wall, gun held tight against his shoulder.

"We need to get you somewhere safe" He murmurs you cock and eyebrow and place a secure hand on your bullet wound, he seems so troubled,his eyes scans over large amount of office buildings on fire, zombies roaming the Streets aimlessly.

He finally spots and alley way northeast of the current alleyway you're in, no zombies near it and it seems well lit, "I remember warehouse doors down that alleyway" He says, although he isn't telling you, more Recalling for himself.

"Soooo.....More running?" You ask, a small sound of distaste following soon after Leon nods,

"Dammit...." You sigh.

He looks at you for a minute, you stare at him confused "Come on-" He grabs your hand and yanks you towards the alleyway, Your eyes so focused on his large hand entwined with your own, you only hear muffled versions of his pistol going off.

He pulls you into the Large warehouse and barricades the door as best he can, his hand still tightly around his gun.

"What now?" You ask unsure, Zombie scratches sets you on edge on the other side of the door, groans and moans of hunger echo through the empty storage Area.

"Now-" Leon starts placing his gun back in it's holster, "-I fix the hole in you arm then I find you something to eat" He states.

"Nooo no it's fi-"

"It is not fine Y/n.."

"you've hadn't had decent rest Since we left for this mission, you lost a large amount of blood, you haven't eaten in 4 days and-"

"-If you start telling me how I haven't showered in 4 days either I will stab you in the neck kennedy" He pauses finger pointing downwards.

"I was going to say you're feverish but okay, I guess we can look for showers in here too" He adds.

"I won't mind showering either" he says looking at his dirt and no doubt zombie guts covered leather gloves.

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You sit down on a cold steel table an old tshirt and fresh pair of shorts covers your shivering body, "He found showers alright.." you mumble arms coming up to cup your one sore shoulder and other quivering one, but you had to admit the cooked warm, butternut soup was actually surprisingly good.

You sigh, leaning back, "I really am Sick if Bioweapons"

Finally after dozing against the concrete wall you're rested on Leon emerges from the showers as well, tight black Jeans and wet hair greet your eyes.

He's not wearing a shirt....
Great.....Like I need horniness too.

"Cold as a witch's tit right?" You ask, Leon chuckles placing his wet leather gloves and jacket on a metal pipe.

"Yeah, but it does feel good to get all that disgusting zombie shit off me" he says.

You nod in agreement.

Leon walks to another metal table near you his hands making quick work to retrieve bandages gauze, alcohol and a stitching needle out of the medical kit.

You suddenly tense up looking anywhere but at him, he stands there confused both hands covered in blue gloves.

"What's wrong?"