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

BONUS: Portrait of a Valkyrie

Leon's POV; A Twisted Fantasy, Chapters 7/8.

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"Quick, into that cabin!" I yelled, turning on a heel and taking off for the two story house in the distant open field. Rain pelted my skin, the fabric of my shirt clinging to my chest as we ran. My gaze shot toward the group emerging from the tunnel built into the small hillside, torches cast the group in a golden haze, the light catching on the weapons in the villager's grasps. Dozens were pouring out of the opening, sauntering toward us like they knew we had nowhere else to go.

I collided with the door, swinging it open and holding it for Mykie and Ashley who were right behind me. My eyes were instantly searching for a lock as I slammed the door shut, finding nothing but empty hooks where a bar might go.

Before I could turn to search for something to block the door with, a voice called my name. "Leon!" I followed the voice, hand shooting out to grab hold of the long piece of metal Luis had thrown to me. I jammed the bar into place between the hooks as Luis went on.

"Small word, eh?"

Mykie watched him, her brows dropped as she took two steps around the wooden table in the center of the room. They exchanged a glance, some kind of wordless conversation happening before she moved toward a cabinet at the other side of the room. She glanced through the slats in the planks covering the windows before pushing the worn cabinet in front of the opening. I followed suit with another bookshelf to my right.

A intrigued sigh escaped Luis as he followed the edge of the table, hands resting on his hips as his eyes dragged up Ashley's body. His gaze lingered on her chest, making her quickly cross her arms to obscure his view. A smile pulled at his mouth as he met her gaze, "I see the president has equipped his daughter with ballistics too."

Ashleys arms wound tighter around herself as she scowled at him, "How rude." The comment only seemed to make Luis smile more. Before I could step in, Mykie voiced her disgust.

"Luis, fuck off," she hissed, tossing her backpack onto the table as she moved into the space between them. Ashley looked at her with an appreciative drop of her shoulders but Mykie was focused on the contents of her bag. I finally moved toward the table, Luis snagging my attention.

"Is she...?" The question was clear. Is she infected? The question tightened something in my chest because I didn't know the answer. Is she okay? Am I okay? Saddler could be lying but that look in his eye, something in them conveyed nothing but cruel truth.

"She's cool," I answered, gaze going back to Mykie across from me. Luis shrugged in my peripheral vision, turning his back to us and taking a step away from the table.

"Nevermind. There's supposedly some obvious symptom before you turn into one of them anyway." Tension coiled in my shoulders as I tried to reel in my racing thoughts. Could one of those symptoms include the headache that's been eating its way through my left temple, or the ache in the side of my neck?

I found Mykie looking at me, her gaze quickly flicking back down to her backpack. Ashley shifted on her feet, like she was considering all the aches and pains in her own body.

A fist slammed into one of the barricades across the room, followed by another at my back. Hoarse voices and hissed commands were picking up around us as more and more fists and tools slammed into the wood planks.

"Ashley, upstairs," I said, nodding toward a staircase in the corner of the room. She simply nodded, her eyes narrowing as she took off. Just as feet disappeared onto the second floor, I turned back to Mykie, "Do you have a whole army in there?" My own ammo reserves felt too light in my utility belt.