𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Begging and Biodrones| Request

AN: This is another imagine based on the scene in Death Island where Leon gets infected! I've already written a couple based on this, so it might seem quite similar to the others, but I've tried to make this one pretty angsty with a HEA. 

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I ignore Leon and Jill's warnings as I rush out of the room, after hearing that mysterious and cocky voice through the speakers warning us about Chris and Claire I refuse to waste any time. Not when my best friends' lives are at stake. We still don't know who or what we're up against, but I've never been one to stay back and keep calm when things go to shit. 

"Y/N! Damnit sweetheart!" Leon curses behind me as he keeps at my heels. Jill isn't too far behind, instead of swearing or panicking she looks pissed. I know she's still reeling from being mind controlled by Wesker, so I doubt she's ready for another big hit yet. My breath huffs as we retrace our steps and end up back in the cell blocks. I slow down since it's dark, with Leon and Jill shining their flashlights around as I keep one hand on my gun. We're silent as we search the cells, my brows knit together until a wheeze echoes from a few cells down. I gasp, finally seeing Chris and Claire locked in separate cells- and they look far from good. I rush to Claire, kneeling down as she struggles for breath and clutches her chest. 

"Did you get bitten? What happened?" I frantically ask, I spot a stranger behind her, but I haven't got time to worry about him, not when this woman who's like a sister to me gasps and wheezes. Claire shakes her head, eyes bulging as she twitches and pales even more, a bead of sweat runs down the side of her head as I scan her for injuries. Behind me, Leon crouches down behind me, setting one hand on my shoulder as if comforting me despite the fact our friends are the ones in pain. 

Breaking the echoing shudders of agony, the same voice from earlier rings out from above, interrupting Leon's own worries. Leon, Jill and I stand up, raising our weapons as the dark haired man introduces himself as Dylan Blake. I scowl at him, unable to help the fact that my eyes keep darting to Chris and Claire, who's conditions seem to worsen by the second. I barely pay attention to Dylan's speech as I think through the events since we arrived at Alcatraz, there must be some kind of explanation for the sudden infection, which means surely there's a way to reverse it. Some kind of cure just in case? 

All of a sudden Leon presses a hand to his neck, a pained gasp escaping his lips as his outstretched arm wavers. My vision blurs as pure panic fills me, I didn't see anything that could have hurt him, so what the hell is going on? I lower my gun, professionalism be damned, as I dart forwards and try to catch him as he slowly lowers himself to the ground. I see the way his energy drains from him, but my man refuses to back down. Just when I briefly touch him a stinging sensation pricks at my neck. I let out a yelp, hand reaching to swat away whatever just bit me, but immediately the effects of whatever it was kick in. My gun clatters to the floor as Leon tries to reach for me, his breathing laboured as my own breath comes short. 

I've never felt so ill in my life. My muscles begin to ache as if I've been running for hours, my skin burns and I feel myself break out into a sweat. I shiver, but feel like I'm burning at the same time. I see Leon's lips move, but everything sounds as if I'm underwater. I swallow, throat dry as I cough and fall onto all fours. I wheeze, shaking as I strain to hold myself up, then within seconds I can't even hold my own weight. I collapse to the concrete, my cheek pressed against the cool stone as Leon tries to reach for me, his hand clenching around air since he can't move well. He still holds a hand to his neck, as if in disbelief about being infected. I close my eyes, hearing coming back to me now just as a gunshot rings out. I hear a body hit the ground not far from me, yet all I can do is hope that my friends are alive still. 

"No." I hear Claire whisper. My shoulders sag with relief, I'll let the guilt of letting a civilian die claw at me later, right now I need to focus on staying alive. This can't be the end, not after everything we've all been through. My neck stings from the bite, it almost feels itchy as I writhe and twitch involuntarily.