𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Undead Heart| Request

AN: This is following a request in which the reader is infected with the T-Virus and helps Leon survive Raccoon City whilst debating her own future...

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The heavy groans of the undead echoe down the street as I let out a weak whimper, pressing myself even closer to the dumpster as a flock of the undead pass. I hold my breath the entire time, briefly feeling my head pound, but it isn't from the lack of oxygen. As if on cue, the cruel reminder of my current predicament throbs. I glance at my shoulder, staring at the chunk of flesh missing and the faint outline of teeth marks. The memory of this morning brings tears to my eyes, but I don't have time to wallow in my sorrows. Now the street is clear, I sprint out of my temporary hiding place and run towards the safest place I know; Raccoon City Police Department.

Everything I am hopes that this will be a safe refuge from the zombies mulling about out here, but at the same time I'm hesitant. I've seen it happen numerous times today, when someone sees a bite mark they shoot on sight. It happened to that father and daughter at that Kendo gun shop downtown. I shiver from the thought, but press on despite possibly walking myself to my death sentence, then again, I'm pretty sure I'm already dead, but I haven't turned yet...

I push away the thought as I reach the gates of the RPD. I cling to the bars, almost sobbing in relief as the gate swings open-

All of a sudden a group of the undead appear from around the corner, blocking my entrance into the building.
"No. No. No!" I cry, lip wobbling as I begin to back away and turn, only to see another cluster behind me. I'm trapped and have nothing to use as a weapon, so I close my eyes and wait for that familiar feeling of being eaten alive. It never comes though. The undead shuffle past me, hungrily moaning as their limbs brush past me, they don't even know I'm here, either that or they don't care about the snack ready and available.

I frown, shaking like a leaf but tip toeing past them anyway until I reach the steps, then I stop pressing my luck and practically throw myself through the front doors of the station. The first thing I notice is the absence of anyone. There's no cops, no survizors, hell not even a zombie. My steps echoe as I investigate, peeking into each room only to reveal nothing but the average. I begin to relax for the first time all day, until the sound of gunshots makes me jump.

I swing around, hearing the noise come from upstairs. If there's a gun, that means someone alive is wielding it. A rush of joy fills me as I race up the steps, following the sound as I jog down the corridors. I skid to a stop when I see the shadow of a man, presumably the one aiming the gun. He's coming my way from around the corner, and the thuds of bodies follows his bullets. My breathing becomes heavy as I suddenly panic. I'm one of them, kind of, he's bound to shoot me on sight.

I back away, cursing myself for not thinking ahead, then I run as fast as I can, ignoring the hopeful voice that calls out "Hello, is anyone there?"

I end up in the library, amongst the dusty books and a few stragglers. I ignore them, a sudden depression taking over me. I'm not human, but I'm not monster. Which side am I on, and who gets to choose? I can't stay with the undead, but surely I can't be with the living, not when I could be a risk to them. I'm so far in my thoughts that I never hear the door open, and don't see the blonde cop aiming at me until it's nearly too late.

My eyes widen as I meet his blue ones from across the room, I raise my hands in a surrender, then throw myself behind a bookshelf as three rapid shots ring out. "I-I'm not a zombie!" I shout, then risk crawling out.

His eyes narrow, assessing me, then all of a sudden he smiles and lowers his gun. "Shit, I'm so glad to see you. I didn't know if I was the last on-" He begins, but then he sees my shoulder, then he takes a step back, shaking his head as if upset.