𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟐

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

| BALCONY |

The tall monster followed me onto the balcony, rain pouring down on me once again. This monster seemed huge, easily the tallest thing I'd ever seen!
I reached for my gun that i'd previously put in my holster and began shooting its head.
*POW* *POW* *POW*
"Fuck! Why won't you go down!" I screamed out, the monster eventually caught up to me, lunging for me I stepped back and fell down half the stairs before Leon caught me, making us both tumble down, my gun flung under the stairs. "OH FUCK!" He called out as he hit the ground, coughing. "Shit.." I mumbled, frantically searching for my pistol, 'Great, when I think things can't get any worse, i can't find my fucking gun!' I thought to myself, all while Leon stood up and tried to hold his ground against the monster. It ended up grabbing Leon by his throat and threw him to the shed where the two zombies previously had us. "LEON!" I cried out, looking over at him. He glanced at me and then down at his lap - looking as though he'd passed out. I shook my head and immediately ran to him as I stood up, "Leon are you okay?!" I asked but he didn't answer. now wasn't the time to assume the worst. I grabbed his gun from his hands and began shooting the creature who was 5 feet away from us.
*POW* *POW* *POW* *POW* *POW* After about five shots the creature fell to his knees, I quickly helped Leon up. He was like deadweight against my body, but I did my best to hold him up and wrapped his arm around me. I carried him to the stairs and up them while the monster stayed down. I knew we didn't have long, and I prayed Leon would wake up soon - or hell..wake up at any time at all. I didn't know if he was dead or not, and I didn't have the time to check. I wasn't sure of anything but one thing, and that was to get us the hell out of there.

| WAITING ROOM |

I walked us through the waiting room and sat him down on the couch on the right side of the room, a sigh escaping me. "Jesus Leon.." I began to search the room, starting with trying to lock the door.
I locked both doors on each side of the room and then began looking.
Searching through many papers, just a bunch of places to visit around Raccoon City, and other police files.
My eyes wandered behind the desk, walking behind it I noticed a safe. dropping to my knees I held my ear up to it to see when it would click.
By the time I finished, 5 minutes had passed and Leon was finally awake.
"Ugh..My head.." He grumbled, his hand going up to hold his forehead.
I opened the safe and reached in, seeing two parts that looked like they could go to some type of gun, I grabbed them and stood up. "Oh shit Leon..are you alright?!" I rushed over, almost dropping the parts I was holding in my hands. "I don't feel fine..but i'm alive so what does that say?" He chuckled, quickly regretting it by grabbing ahold of his abdomen.
"Well i'm glad you're alive! you took a pretty big hit.." I shook my head, sitting next to him on the couch, "I know you're not in the right shape to be moving around, if need be you stay here and i'll try and find what we need to escape." My hand patted his shoulder, but he shook his head at my idea. "No. I want to help you, hurt or not I'm going to do my best." "You're so stubborn Leon." I shook my head and stood up while offering my hand to him, which he obliged and let me pull him up.
"This place is like a fucking maze, half of this shit I've never even seen, and I've worked here for about two years." I brushed myself off and Leon struggled to stand, eventually he found his footing. "Tell me about it, it's my first day and I have no idea what any of this is." He searched for his gun, frantically checking his holster and other areas he could've possibly stashed it, "Fuck, where's my gun?!" My eyes widened, and I felt as if my heart fell to the floor.
I turned to Leon with my eyes wide open, looking as if i'd seen a ghost. "I uh..had to use it to shoot that big thing that fucking flung you..because I don't know where mine is.." I admitted, reaching for my holster I pulled his gun out and held it out for him to grab.
He shook his head, pushing my hand away.
"I might have disagreed to stay here alone, but it's clear you'll have to do most of the fighting, and without my gun we only have two knifes. That won't be enough to get us through this."
I knew he was right, but part of me still wanted him to take it back. It felt wrong holding something that wasn't mine, even if I needed to. "Alright, let's hope we can find a way out of here and on our way find some better guns." I patted his shoulder as he did mine, we flashed eachother a smile.