No more tears - Leon Kennedy

Chapter 4

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."

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It was now around 11 p.m. The night was dark, rainy, and especially unsettling.

We had managed to escape the city thanks to a bus driver who happened to be passing by, which was fortunate since he informed us that he was heading to the cathedral.

However, we ended up being very few, as even the owner of the armory couldn't stay on the bus until we managed to leave the city.

I took advantage of this "break" time to settle in the back of the bus, dozing off slightly while the exhaustion started to hit. 

But I knew I was far from being out of trouble, so resting was the least I could do while Leon and Helena finished their debrief on the situation with Hunnigan.

"90% of the population in Tall Oaks has been infected with the virus. That rounds out to about 70,000 hostiles."

My eyes widened. 

"We also received word that an organization named Neo-Umbrella just claimed responsibility for the attack."

The mention of Neo-Umbrella made me stop breathing for a second. That sudden breathlessness then led to a coughing fit, which I tried to control silently by taking small breaths.

"Neo-Umbrella?" Leon questioned as my hand nervously gripped the collar of my blouse, tears welling up slightly in my eyes.

"I know what you're thinking." Hunnigan added while, from the corner of my slightly blurry vision, I saw Leon nod.

"Yeah... This is Raccoon City all over again."

Hearing Leon utter those words, with such a disappointed tone, made me feel somehow sorry for him: he was reliving his first nightmare. 

When my cough finally subsided, I stood up and made my way towards Leon and Helena to continue following their conversation.

"That's all the news I've got. Now it's your turn to help me, I need to know what's in that cathedral." Hunnigan finally asked, before adding, "I've got suits breathing down my neck for info."

I glanced at Leon for a brief moment, understanding that he was thinking.

"Suits?" he eventually questioned, his tone slightly hesitant as Hunnigan nodded.

"Specifically, Derek C. Simmons, National Security Advisor."

At the mention of this name, my fists clenched. Simmons was far from being unknown to me since he was the one I was tracking at the moment. He had been suspected of embezzlement, bribery...

He also probably was the very person behind the assassination of the president.

While Leon and Helena went back to talk to the bus driver, I grabbed Leon's phone on the way to ask Hunnigan a few questions.

"Hunnigan, what is Simmons doing right now?" I asked, trying to be as silent as possible as she gasped, making me sigh. 

"Hunnigan, please answer my question."

"Well, he's on the phone, but I don't understand why..." she began to reply as I hung up, satisfied with the answer she had given me.

He would most likely strike again and soon. 

Suddenly, the bus hit a zombie, and, because of the driver's mistake, the bus started to drift.

Caught by centrifugal force, we all ended up piled up at the back, and as the bus started to tilt slightly from where we were, the situation was anything but favorable.