Code Cadou: 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 |Leon S. Kennedy X Reader|

chapter II

c i t y o f d e a t h

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-Tall Oaks, USA/ 2013, Present day

"Aaahhh!"

Your eyes snap open as you sit up from your tussled pillows. A loud scream grabbing you from your dreams from four years ago when you accompanied Chris and Sheva in Kijuju. You'd been having dreams and flashbacks from that time, and it always made you feel indifferent.

"God help us!" Your eyes widened as you leaned over your bed and placed your fingers between your blinds, pulling them apart to witness who caused the screams. Just outside your apartment was a woman, she was being chased by a man as he limped in her direction.

"What the hell?" You continued staring out the window beside your bed, soon viewing several people following in the same direction as the screaming woman. Your mind began to wander, Claire's voice coming to mind.

Undead; Raccoon City.

There was no way those were zombies, right? You decided your paranoia might come in handy as you slide off your bed and begin to get dressed. Sliding on a tank, and your favorite jeans, matched with your best combat boots.

Another scream sounds whilst you throw on your gun belt and straps before placing a jacket over them. Your pistol laying in your drawer as you latch onto it, placing your gun in your holster.

"This better not be happening," you grab your device, the only thing connecting you to the DSO and Hunnigan. You move to your door as you begin hearing more than just one scream, a loud clash is heard next door as you begin to open yours.

You peak your head outside, knife in hand. You were supposed to meet with the new president tomorrow at the college campus, but from what you began to see, that day wasn't coming. You made your way down the stairs of your apartment, shoes crunching against the gravel as you move ahead.

"Help me!" A woman screams six o'clock from you, causing you to turn on your heel and begin your feet in said direction.

"Please help me!" The voice was coming from a woman lodged behind garbage cans, the only things stopping what you assumed to be a zombie from killing her.

You drop the blade you held and reached for your pistol and aim your crosshairs before pulling the trigger, bullet piercing it's head as it falls the ground.

"That- that was my husband," the woman begins to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks as she try's to haul herself from behind the cans.

"Here," you put your gun in its holster before pushing aside the trash cans, allowing the woman to be set free.

"He was going to kill me," she sniffs, shirt covered in blood.

"Miss, are you alright?" You ask her as you eye the blood on her clothes.

"It's not mine," she assures, "but thank you, for helping me," your brows furrow in disbelief, but you simply just reply.

"No problem, come with me, you'll be safe," you offer, hoping she'd take it.

"No, I'm need to stay here," your thoughts immediately backstabbed you as she turned down your offer.