𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕪| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ/ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

High Ground PT 3| Imagine

AN: I've noticed a lot of my imagines are starting to get repetitive, so updates might be slower from now on as I think of different ideas.
Also, I hope you all enjoy this final part, just another note that the plot differs from the game slightly!♡
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After Luis left us, Leon and I began our journey through the villages and structures, fighting people and odd monsters along the way. Usually Leon would handle them easily as I stayed back, only helping when it didn't guarantee me another body to my rapidly growing kill count. When we weren't fighting for our lives we'd talk about general things, hobbies and our favourite movies, family and future plans. I noticed Leon and I were pretty similar, not just in our common interests but personalities, we'd both make stupid jokes and somehow understood each other without even speaking, working together in a team as Luis took his time telling Leon about the lab.

I wanted the corridors of the castle trailing Leon as he searches for a way out. A noise behind me captures my attention, and I spin around, grabbing a sword from one of the nearby knights. Leon rushes towards me, stepping in front of me as a nearby door bursts open and people trail out, not looking as dumb as the villagers we've been fighting, these people look infected but more high tech, wielding electrical weapons. I glance at Leon, my hands sweaty from the weight of the sword, I plant my feet a little wider as the people begin their attack.

I try and use the sword, swinging it as Leon shoots. The blade slices through flesh but not deep enough to cut off limbs, I strain from the effort, sweat coats my skin as I grow weaker and weaker. Since I learned of my infection and the Plaga inside of me, I've been getting sicker and sicker. My arms stiffen until I drop the sword, and all I can do is back away but even then I can't seem to move my feet.

Leon freezes, grunting as he turns and tries to reach me, but it's like we're frozen.

"Foolish lambs." A voice says from inside of my head. I try my best to move, but I can't. Leon's eyes find mine, for once he looks frantic, even scared as he keeps trying to reach me.

The people stop their attacks and walk towards me, grabbing my arms as they pull me away from Leon. A shrill noise rises out of my throat as I attempt to call for Leon, to resist and do something. But my feet move on their own accord, as if I'm being controlled.

"No." Leon grunts out, his brows more furrowed than usual, his hands shake mid-air as if he's desperately trying to fight back. Tears line my eyes as I round the corner, as soon as I do my vision goes black and then nothing.

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Everything hurts. My eyes feel glued shut. My wrists sting from the bindings and my shoulders ache from the uncomfortable potion I'm lying in. From what I can gather after being captured from the castle I drifted in and out of consciousness, only seeing glimpses of people watching me and carrying me, forcing me to drink something disgusting and then throwing me in this room, placing me on this bed as if they're only just going for the comfort angle.

Heads up, it doesn't work.

I don't know how much time has elapsed since I last saw Leon. My heart races even though I'm drowsy, I wonder if Leon's okay, or if he's even still alive.

My eyes fall shut yet again, but when I wake up I'm not alone. "Y/N, wake up!
Y/N!" Leon calls from above, I gasp and force my eyes open, but as soon as I look up there's nobody there. Great, now I'm going crazy.

With defeat I slump my shoulders, waiting for the inevitable. Turns out it doesn't take long, my eyes stay closed as the door to the room opens, and footsteps rush towards me.