You've just been informed by Chief Irons himself that not only are you to just drop all the missing kid cases piled up on your desk for the rapidly rising cannibal attacks, you're also getting a new partner after six months of flying solo. Who bette...
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1:16 AM
The corridor you entered was illuminated by a bright red light. You pulled out your flashlight, stepping down cautiously. You walked down some stairs, and Leon picked up a blue herb. You turned a corner cautiously. There was a door — locked — and some huge ass water pumps. Leon found some shotgun shells, tossing them to you, and a lever that didn't work when he pulled it.
"Dammit!" He mumbled. "Need the power on first..."
"Okay," you walked towards another door, and pushed it open.
"Slow down!" Leon called as the door closed.
He walked in to see you messing with a generator, trying to get the power to stabilize. He moved to watch your six — just as he had done in the police station.
"When this is all over," your voice cracked. "We have to call somebody. The state police, or CIA."
The lights flickered on, and Leon let out a sigh of relief.
"Yeah," he agreed. "C'mon."
You began to walk back towards the door, but a huge hand crashed through the ceiling. You screamed, jumping back into Leon as it narrowly missed you.
"Jesus Christ!" Leon yelled, yanking you back.
The electrical lines that had been broken started a fire, and then another hand reached through the ceiling in another spot.
"We're gonna roast in here," you yelled over the fire.
There was a huge ass metal sheet on the other side of the room, and the creature — whom you assumed was Annette Birkin's husband — burst through.
You immediately shot it in the eye with your MAG, before ducking behind it, and dashing out the pathway it had carved for you.
"It's still alive!?" Leon gaped as you tried to run away.
"It doesn't matter," you shook your head. "If this thing kills us, Ada's as good as dead."
You came to a drop off, and hopped down. There was some sort of control panel, and you pulled the lever on it, praying it would do something useful. The huge ass shipping container on the platform was thrust away, and you turned to Leon, before shoving the MAG into his hands.
"Keep it distracted, and keep it away!" Was all you said, and Leon immediately nodded.
He held his position as the creature tried to move closer. This was it. If this thing got its claws on either of you, you would both die. Leon wouldn't be spared. He was shooting the best he could, the power of the MAG making him jump with every shot. He could feel the pain in his wrists forming, and his shoulder felt like it was imploding, but he kept shooting.
"Now I've got you!" You yelled, flipping the switch again.
The shipping container came rolling around, and crashed into the beast. While it did knock it off the platform, it grabbed on with its stupidly huge claw. Leon groaned in frustration, like a man who lost a foosball game, and you slammed your hand on the control again.
