The Fight For Us Part I - Resident Evil

2 - Find Me

"Gotta go through that shutter," Leon instructs, pointing to the shuttered door, it's splattered in blood with R.P.D. Printed onto it in faded white paint. It's the easiest way to get to the east hallway, at least that's what Leon tells Henry as they look at it. Henry walks up to it, looking down at the sheer amount of blood on the floor. He then presses the iconic big red button, it starts to lift the shutter for a moment before the mechanism sputters out and leaves a gap. One they'll have to crawl through to get to the other side if they wanna make it.

"Shit." Henry groans and he and Leon then lay on the floor—covering their torsos and forearms in blood as they did. With a series of grunts and some serious pushing and pulling they manage to crawl under the shutter and into the east wing of the building.

The darkness is overwhelming, there's no form of light around, not even moonlight from the various broken open windows. Rain sprays inside through the broken glass. The only thing they had to see was Leon's flashlight, but it only let them see like five feet in front of them. It's not much.
"Stay behind me," Leon says,
"I can handle myself."
"Then stay by my side at least."

They move forward, shoulder to shoulder as sounds of unknown origin start to echo out around them. Henry keeps his gun in his right hand, just barely holding his finger away from the trigger. They sneak through a tight corridor to be met with some sort of cabinet that has fallen over blocking the path.

Leon starts to lift it, the object creaking terribly as zombies begin to appear from behind.
"Henry! Cover me!" Leon shouts as Henry stands guard, three different infected people shamble towards him and his gun. He fires, popping one of them in the eye as it fell over, then another in the neck, and he shoots the last in the forehead. Thankfully, these things aren't stronger than they would've been alive, they can still be killed the same way people do. I just killed someone. No. Those aren't people anymore.

Corpses in various states of dismemberment and death are laid all across the floor, something that's become expected of this place.
Henry whispers, "It's quiet."
"Too q-" Leon starts,
"Don't get clichéd on me." He smiles, and Henry can't help but laugh a little bit, that kind of laugh through the nose and the nose alone. A snort.

As he did though there was a loud bang in the room beside the two of them, a shutter being hit rapidly.
"Get me out of here!" A man shouts at the top of his lungs from behind something,
"Shit! It's him—" Leon runs into the room, looking at another shutter that's rattling wildly as a man cries out for help.
"I'll get you out!" The blonde yells as the man continues his screaming, he runs up and wedges his fingers under the shutter.
"Henry! Help me open this—!" Leon grunts, Henry then runs up and starts to lift too. Putting his back into it the best he can.

As they start to lift the blocker the man's hands come poking out from under, desperately trying to crawl out from underneath it to escape some unknown threat,
"Hold it!" Henry tells him, letting go and grabbing the man's arms as he begins to pull him out from under the shutter. The man's trying his absolute best to wiggle out as Leon keeps the door up. However, as Henry gets the man out halfway from behind the shutter, blood sprays up and he screams. Henry's not even sure what the hell happened but there's so much blood it's audibly pouring out. His sneaker slips in it as he keeps pulling, only to find that the man has been bifurcated at the waist, his intestines and organs spilling out as he stops pulling.
"Holy fuck." Henry says aloud as the man flails in pain, he holds the man's head still in a panic when the stranger stops moving.

Leon drops the barricade while Henry gags, reaching down he picks up the notepad the man had held up to the camera. The 'key' to escaping this rotten place. Leon flips through it quickly, almost too fast to read. He wasn't lying, and Leon smiles. It must be the key. Henry can't even feel happy about that knowing his dad is still somewhere around here, possibly being killed as he sits here. Ripped in half. If this is what happened to this guy... what's happened to his dad? There are so many bodies around, blood and gore. No. He's strong, he's out there.

Leon then puts out a hand,
"C'mon. We'll find 'im." Henry has his doubts but the small part of him that's hopeful puts out his hand. And with a strong grip, Leon lifts Henry to his feet as they find themselves chest to chest like Henry's some sort of princess that's just been saved. Immediately Henry backs up and Leon gives him a look he can't describe. Almost implying something, but also detesting something at the same time. He looks somewhat guilty.

They pause for a moment, just looking at each other. Then a window beside them shatters, a growling zombie stumbling in through the now open window. Henry turns and Leon shoots, the zombie eats the first shot to the shoulder. "I'm out!"
"Fuck! Run!" Henry replies, and they take off.

They rush through the dark corridors as zombies appear behind walls from the shadows with animalistic growls. Leon grabs Henry's hand, pulling him harshly as they run up to the shutter door they came in from. They practically dive under, Leon shoves him through first as Henry flips around and starts to pull on Leon's arms. He grunts as a stranger grabs Leon's other arm, and they pull him together.

Leon comes out from under the shutter in one piece, but the zombie attached to his leg is trying its best to make sure that's not the case. Henry takes out his knife and slashes the zombie's hand, splitting it open and making it growl as it lets go.
"Watch out—" the stranger says before throwing the shutter down onto the zombie's head. Its insides on the outside in a burst of dark blood that stains Henry's jeans.

Henry wipes the bloody blade on his thigh before slipping his knife back into his pocket. Leon then jumps to his feet and points his gun at the stranger, a man older than them both is leaning against the wall with a blood-soaked wound in his right side. His hand is holding it weakly.
"Put down the gun rookie." The man instructs and Leon immediately does as he's told to.
"Marvin Branagh." The man introduces himself with a bloody hand he sets out. Henry's good with not shaking it but Leon does with little hesitation. His blood was now all over his palm.
"Leon Kennedy." He smiles at the man, Marvin then looks at the other curiously.
"Henry," Henry spits out.

They all stumble back to the center of the main hall, Marvin has a few things lying around as he all but keels over onto a bench. Henry looks at the laptop Marvin has set up on a small stretcher he's using as a table, while Leon digs through a bin. He pulls out some sort of uniform that he slips on without a second thought. Leon takes off his coat, his pants, and his shirt, stripping as Henry looks in the opposite direction. Not to say a curious part of him didn't want to look.

Instead of drooling over some guy, Henry takes a moment to assess himself, looking for any cuts or bumps. Nothing's worrisome, just a few scrapes and bruises, it looks worse than it is. Henry bruises like a banana. His clothes are finally dry, he's no longer damp from the rain's harsh downpour. He shouldn't have worn a jean jacket for this
"Does anyone know what started this?" Leon asks,
"Not a clue," the man looks at a small laptop, "all you two need to know is that this place will eat you both alive if you're not careful."

He kept talking, all Henry could think about was the question of what happened.
"Yeah well, I got a call last week to stay away, wish I'd come here sooner." Leon cocks his gun, apparently it's called Matilda- At least that's what Leon called it.
"You're here now, and you brought a friend?" 
"I'm not here with him," Henry immediately corrects him, stepping back from Leon a bit. He immediately steps back towards Henry and they're right back to where they were.

"Then why did you wander into this hell hole?" The injured man asked, Henry correctly assumes he's a lieutenant of some sort. Like his dad.
"I'm looking for my dad. That's all." Marvin scoffs at this sentiment, which really helps Henry feel hope. Just what he needed, another dose of doubt.
"Well, good luck finding him. But I recommend you find your way out of here as soon as possible."
"I didn't come all this way to give up."
"Listen, you do what you think is best but both of you. Be careful. You see one of those things, uniform or not. You do not hesitate. Don't make the mistake I did." Well, that explains the injury.

Henry's not a fan of Marvin's doubts. He knows they're realistic enough, he just doesn't want to think about the possibility his dad's already dead. So as Leon and him talk about the way to get out of here that isn't the main road, Henry takes off on his own. He's not afraid of these zombies, they're too slow to be a real threat unless he's for some reason within arm's length. He's gonna keep his distance. And when he finds his dad he's gonna rip him a new one for making him do all this shit.