A Twisted Fantasy (Leon Kennedy X OC) [BOOK 2]

Chapter 7: Face-to-Fist interaction

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Leon slammed the courtyard door shut behind us, barely stopping for a second before he pushed away and was moving toward the side path. We'd been deposited around the back of the church, and the trail Leon was scoping out was the one that would eventually lead into the cemetery.

As he surveyed the area, I brought Ashley around to face me.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, running my hands along her bare arms. The glass had nicked her skin in two places, but the bleeding was minor. Once I was done surveying her body, I looked to her face.

She looked like she was about to shatter, her chest heaving up and down as the breaths sawed out of her.

She didn't answer, she just stared at me like she hadn't heard the words from my moth. I squeezed her shoulders, "We're good, okay? We're gonna fix this. Whatever it is, we can fix this."

She nodded, but the tears threatening to spill from her eyes told a different story. Did I just lie to her? Was there a way to fix this? My gave flicked to Leon who lingered at the mouth of the trail. There had to be a cure, I can't consider the alternative.

"Stay close to me," I said, meeting Ashley's gaze again before turning and heading down the trail.

Leon who was stopped at the edge of the church wall, his gaze roaming over our bleak surroundings with special regards to the Church doors. Saddler and his gang are still be lingering in the church, surely ready to come after us at any moment.

"Are we just making a mad dash for the extraction point?" I asked, looking around him toward the graveyard. It looked like there were a few lights coming from farther down the hill. Torches.

"Yes," He said, voice clipped as he jammed a fresh magazine into his pistol before moving forward.

Leon moved quickly, stopping at the fence that marked the beginning of the cemetery to survey the yard.

A few villagers dotted the trail with a handful standing stone faced by the grave makers. A few held lit torches while the majority wielding various blunt objects. Their gazes were stale and glassy, like they were being forced to keep their lids open at all moments.

The graveyard had accumulated a thick layer of fog that clung the ground, making the scene a picture perfect nightmare.

"¡Ahí!" (There) one of them chanted, prompting several members of the group trotting up the hill toward us, their lips curling into snarls.

Leon started firing, inching us forward and dropping them as they got too close.

I was firing at a woman trying to use a thick gravestone as a shield to get closer when the church doors swung open behind us.

I turned, finding the two villagers with crossbows stepping out onto the porch.  Great, now I have to worry about pitchforks, hatchets and arrows. Atleast Saddler and his serpentine gaze was nowhere to be found.

I angled myself in front of Ashley and fired. My bullet met it's mark, sending bits of gore splattering across the church steps as the two bodies hit the ground. We began backing down the dirt trail, but I didn't dare turn my back on the church incase Saddler was still dwelling within.

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I followed Ashley up the ladder back into the small rundown home from earlier. We'd dispatched the villagers within the graveyard and for some reason Saddler did not rise to meet us. I'd hoped he didn't pursue us because of his age forbid it, but something tells me he just liked to play with his food before devouring it.