RADICALISATION, leon kennedy [1]

⤿ vi. nobody is innocent in this world

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒: 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑥: 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛
𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑

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Raccoon City Police Department — September 29th, 1998

     Bolt cutters tucked into one of his pockets, Mason leads the way back to the operations room, recalling that there's another little room that they've yet to check out. Thankfully they thought to board up the windows earlier, because otherwise the infected would have already broken through and they would have had to waste more energy and ammunition fighting them right now than they really need to. The back room has a handful of useful items stashed away, including the detonator for the C4 upstairs and the locker combination for the showers.

     They don't speak on their way up to the locker room, and nor do they speak when they're unlocking the locker or shutting off the scalding steam to enter the showers. Leon grabs out the shotgun ammunition from the locker and walks past Mason into the next part of the room, firing two sharp shots into the infected lying in wait on the other side. In the corridor just outside the showers, they hear blood chilling noises, and the hair on the back of Mason's neck stands upon its end at the sound.

     "What in God's name...?" Leon is understandably horrified by the sound.

     Mason winces and hisses out a breath through his teeth as he sits down, feeling his stitches tug. "That, rookie, is a Licker."

     The rookie looks back at him, bewildered when he spots Mason shucking off his jacket and pulling out medical supplies. "What...?"

     "They may be blind, but they can hear you. So... Try not to make much noise around them, or you're dead meat."

     "I get that, but... What are you doing?"

     Peeling up his shirt, Mason stares at the nearly blood soaked medical patch on his side. "Tore my damn stitches, is what I did... Shouldn't have fucking fought those damn infected outside."

     "Let me help." 

     Before Mason can turn the blond down, Leon crouches in front of him, carefully peeling off the patch, blue eyes worried at the amount of blood that he finds. Acquiescing with the rookie police officer's demands, Mason hands over a clean knife and new medical suture already threaded through a needle. They make do with a bottle of vodka Leon finds stashed away in one of the lockers, Mason shrugging and downing a few decent chugs while Leon stitches up his side once more.