The Fight For Us Part I - Resident Evil

15 - Las Plagas

He hears rain, and thunder. Water taps against the earth as Henry's legs are dragged across the ground, scraping him with the rough and broken concrete. He's too dizzy to move much, his hands are bound behind his back and two strangers are carrying him. There's a stranger on each of his arms. It's dark out, he's cold and soaked in rain, they took his coat and undershirt. he's now in his tank top. The off-white fabric is undoubtedly muddy from the ground.

Suddenly, he's dropped to the floor. His face slaps against wet concrete. Henry manages to move his head just enough to watch as Leon is dragged in behind him. He can barely see it with the only light around being a lantern. He also sees his bag and his bow they're tossed against some tree along with Leon's bag and riffle. Leon's similarly bound at the wrists. But he's not awake. He's still out cold. "Get off him!" Henry growls before he catches a glimpse of a man walking towards him with intent.

Henry tries to stand up, successfully getting into a kneel before he's shoved back to the ground by a couple of villagers. Henry desperately struggles before a noose is slid around his neck,
"No—" Henry gasps before he's hoisted up, his ability to breathe immediately taken away from him as he's hung just a foot or so off the ground.

Henry's legs are kicking around wildly, he's not even doing it intentionally. His body is panicking trying to find something to keep him from suffocating. His neck burns, his lungs sputtering as his face grows numb. His eyes are wide, his face soaked with rain he watches a villager place something for him to stand on beneath him. It keeps his ability to breathe, but just barely as Henry stands on the tips of his toes.

The man gets closer to him, Henry can't speak even with his breathing. It takes too much air to talk. He looks behind the stranger in front of him as Leon is hoisted up just as he was, Leon's wide awake now. The two look at each other with terror, is this it? All that training for what? They didn't even find Ashley. They haven't even lived yet. This can't be the end. It just can't.
"Debes aceptar su regalo." The stranger says to him before turning around to say the same thing to Leon. Henry sees his knife in the man's back pocket. 

Henry's not sure where the other villagers went, it's far too dark to see. But as of now, it's just the three of them. And Henry wishes it wasn't. The two then watch as the man produces a syringe from his pocket, a metal and sinister-looking tool with a strange purple liquid inside of it. Henry should kick him, but if he does he'll be unable to breathe. He's left helpless as the man injects him with the strange substance, immediately it begins to burn around the injection site. He groans, looking at Leon in horror as the man produces yet another needle. Another of the one he got.

Just as the man attempts to inject Leon as well, he kicks the man into Henry. Henry immediately crosses his legs around the stranger's neck as he begins to flail around. Sitting on his shoulders and choking him out, and with a harsh turn of his hips Henry snaps his neck. He's then able to spin himself around and grab his knife from his pocket before the man falls to the ground.

Henry saws at his bindings, freeing his hands before cutting himself down. He hits the ground, out of breath yet alive. He then immediately jumps up and cuts Leon down in one clean slash. Leon falls just as the brunette did as he slides the rope off his wet neck.
"Fuck, we need to move come on—" Henry pants, stumbling to his feet as they grab the lantern and their stuff. Taking the light with and away from the bizarre occurrence that was.

Henry holds it in front of them as they run through whatever this place is. It seems to be a forest, he's not seeing anything to tell him it's not. But then again there was concrete. Henry can't tell in the dark, but suddenly in the midst of their running, they come across a house. Hidden in between two trees.
"In there." Leon points to it as Henry sprints to turn the handle, it's locked. But a firm kick opens it without issue. It's just one room. There's a small kitchen in one corner, a bed in another, then a bathtub and a couch. The place is cold, and dusty too. There are boot prints in the dust that track toward a bed. Maybe someone sleeps there. Leon looks around before shoving an old bookcase in front of the door. Henry sits down, Leon's in his T-shirt, so he's got more coverage than he does even if it's just sleeves. A white tank-top, jeans, and his Converse. This is not the appropriate outfit for this situation, why the fuck did I choose to wear canvas sneakers for this mission?