Resident Evil 4: Shadows Of Las Plagas

Chapter 7

As I perched on a box, I used my knife to meticulously shape my fingernails, trying to distract myself from the tense situation. Meanwhile, Leon tossed and turned, muttering incoherent words while trapped in the depths of unconsciousness. Sensing his restlessness, I reached for my canteen and took a refreshing sip of water, hoping it would rejuvenate my spirits.

Eventually, Leon stirred and struggled to his feet, disoriented and confused. "Welcome back," I greeted him, my voice steady and reassuring, hoping to calm his troubled mind.

Scratching his neck, Leon inquired, "What happened?"

With a deep breath, I began to explain the harsh reality. "The parasite inside you... It's taking its toll. You started vomiting blood and lost consciousness," I said, observing the worry settle upon his face. "But don't worry. We're going to remove it and save your life."

A soft chuckle escaped Leon's lips, accompanied by a gentle smile. "For someone who claims to be heartless, you sure have a way of caring," he remarked, patting my shoulder as he walked past me, his gratitude evident in his actions.

Shaking my head, I followed Leon as we navigated through a treacherous section of the makeshift torture room. Squeezing through a small hole, the distant sound of Spanish voices reached our ears. Suddenly, a villager emerged, the grotesque head of the parasite protruding from his body.

Without hesitation, I unpinned a grenade and watched as it exploded, but to my horror, the creature refused to die. Swiftly, I drew my Smith and Wesson and delivered the final blow, ensuring its demise. With the threat neutralized, I pressed forward, continuing our journey through the cave.

As we progressed, the cave gradually narrowed, forcing me to crouch down. Eventually, I emerged into a chamber adorned with a shrine. Two miniature statue hands protruded from the ground, indicating the presence of the church key. However, we still needed to locate the correct pieces to proceed.

"I think it's best if we split up," Leon suggested, breaking the silence. "We'll cover more ground that way and make progress faster."

Pausing for a moment to consider his suggestion, I replied, "Alright, but be cautious and take care. I don't want you fainting or getting hurt." Genuine concern for his well-being resonated in my words as I emphasized the importance of his safety.

Steering the boat, Leon navigated to the dock, and as we reached our destination, we exchanged a bro fist. With my shotgun ready, I turned and cautiously advanced, swiftly eliminating a couple of adversaries while maintaining my focus.

Along the walls, I noticed distinctive markings that led me to a sundial. Skilfully arranging the correct pieces, I unlocked access to a room adorned with a statue. Approaching it, I boldly removed the head, only to witness blood trickling out, as if the statue were inexplicably alive. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger," I muttered to myself.

Taking a moment to relax on the dock, I retrieved my wallet from my pocket and flipped it open, gazing at the cherished photographs inside. Despite the government's insistence that personal artifacts were inconsequential, I firmly disagreed, as these mementos fuelled my determination as an agent.

Due to their involvement with Umbrella, I never had the chance to know my parents. My father was ruthlessly murdered, and my mother was forced to go into hiding. Growing up, the longing to find her and experience a sense of closeness with someone became an unrelenting desire.

Feeling a mix of frustration and sorrow, I reached for a cigarette and ignited it with my lighter, using the smoke to ease my restlessness as I waited.

Snuffing out my cigarette, I noticed Leon approaching in the boat. He wore a smile as he handed me a Mauser C69, a.k.a. the "Red9." I accepted the weapon, taking a moment to appreciate its history as we sailed back to the shore.

The Mauser C69, a popular firearm used from 1896 to 1961, had seen extensive service in both World Wars. Being a gun enthusiast, I couldn't help but recite its historical significance during our boat ride back.

Once we arrived at the statue room, Leon and I carefully placed each severed head in its rightful place. As the last piece fell into position, we were rewarded with the Church key, a crucial step in our mission. It was clear that our next objective was to return to the church and locate the president's daughter.