Stepping out into the hall and finding it lit with the restarted generator provides relief and safety. A kind you never know could exist till it was lost. Though the latter is something I've never truly had and neither of us feel entirely right now. I allow myself to experience it a little in the company of Leon. Since at any moment we could be separated, or...
No. I don't want to think about that.
We've only been working together to stay alive for maybe a little over an hour, but he saved my life when that creature almost took me over the railing with it. He also pulled me against him when Ada had pointed her gun at me, and numerous times he's led the way even though he has no idea where he's going. I think it's more to do with him taking anything that comes our way... To protect me.
Thinking about the last part. Wondering if Leon is willing to be hurt or even killed to keep me safe...
I watch his back for a second time, my eyes drifting down to his legs and then rising to the back of his head. Maybe it's just me, but I've seen the outfit on Kevin before and never did I think of it as much until now with Leon wearing it. It seems to fit him, maybe not in size, but seeing him in the uniform feels right. Something I never felt whenever I wore mine.
I shouldn't be thinking it, but the thought pops into mind yet again that he's attractive.
Rolling my eyes, why do I keep returning to that? "Is this the morgue?" his questions a needed distraction.
Leon's eyeing the door as if debating if the room should be checked. "Yeah," I tell him, "But it's probably best we leave it. They were still bringing bodies in here until the day this started, any of them could be zombies."
His chin jerks up in a half nod in the morgues direction as he scrutinizes the now threatening door. "Okay," he replies. Claire crosses my mind again at that moment. We've taken so long I wouldn't be surprised if she found a way out of the station by now.
We're about to pass the shooting range when I remember the Glock is low on bullets. With the armory locked, the possibility of there being a possible small stash of ammunition in here hits me. We won't be able to find her if we run out of bullets. "Wait," I announce and Leon stops a few feet ahead, "I need ammo, there might be some in here," turning my head from the door to him. "I'm gonna check... There might be something in here for your gun too," I half-heartedly tempt.
His eyes glide to the door and with the consideration made. "Alright," he agrees and we enter the shooting range.
Empty shells are scattered across the floor and to our left are the stalls with the targets hung in the air some ten feet ahead. Waiting to be used. A wait that will remain permanent.
The memories of being in here with Rita return at the sight of one partially destroyed: the colored black head riddled with bullets.
I'd fired a few shots, per her request to see how well I shoot. I'd purposefully missed a couple to throw her off, "You'll get better. Don't beat yourself up," Rita never once made me feel bad for the shitty aim.
I laughed at the reassurance, not admitting to myself at the time how I appreciated her uncaring of me missing a target. Doing such a thing too many times in the facility would mean I'd stand there, firing round after round until I hit all the vital parts of the target that'd maim or kill. Doing such a thing on Rockfort would get me a smack on the face. Sometimes they were hard enough to bruise my cheek, daring me to screw up again. Depending on the guard, they'd punish with a punch.
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The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)
Horror"I think you're going to learn a lot of things about this city and the people that you won't want to." Madeleine Sówka has spent the last twelve years of her life believing she knows what monsters look like. They are the people who hide in the backg...
