Reed Island || Leon Kennedy

Prologue

It's been over six years now, since the last time she has seen another human being.
This Island, known as Reed; Was infested with these creatures that once were a human before. But everyone here, was injected with some sort of virus that mutated everyone within seconds.
She was one of the lucky survivors to not turn, despite the virus coursing through her veins.

The years have been tough, trying to ration food and supplies while looking for a way off this island. Most might wonder how she survived for six years, which is simple. Everyone who was brought here, were out in these strange like tanks. Filled with a purple liquid that kept them from dying. She was the last to be let out, but it was because something had breached through the building, nearly killing every worker there. Her tank, was broken open.

She's only been free from it for over three months, so she still was having a hard time grasping onto the freedom but also trying to remember what happened in those blank years.

"Are you going to answer or not?" A makes voice snapped the woman out of her thoughts, as her big doe eyes lock with a pair of blue ones. She had forgotten that there was another actual human being here now. Her gun shaking as she had it aimed at the male the whole time, as he did as well. Though he wasn't shaking, but ready to pull the trigger if she tried anything.

"A-answer what?" She had asked, not recalling what this man had asked her. "Do you work for Grett Mustang?" That's right, he was trying to integrate her.

"No, I would never work with someone like that." She replied while lowering her weapon, making him confused.

"I don't even remember who I am...So I only can hope my reply in the future will be no." She was saddened, her memories were ripped away. The only thing left to hang on, was two figures smiling at her. However, she never could make out the faces.

The male finally lowered his weapon, as he wasn't sure how to respond. He's heard a lot about everyone being muted on this island, so he didn't expect to come across one who wasn't. Especially the little girl he found, which she was standing from afar in case this woman was actually dangerous.

"So you don't have any memories then?" He asked, as he watched her shake her head. "Nothing...but I remember being tormented by this woman and that Mustang guy." She clinched her fist into a tight ball, angry at the terrible memories of what they did to her.
"It's not much of an offer but, let me help you get back home." He held out his hand to her, waiting for her to accept his offer.

Home.

Where was that exactly? Did she even have a home to go back too? She wasn't sure if she could trust this man, but he did have a child that seem to trust him. She originally thought she was the only survivor, but the child was here all this time too.
She slowly reached for his hand, considering there was height difference because of how high she was standing up on a broken platform that use to be a lighthouse at some point.

"What is your name?" She asked as he helped her down.

"Leon."