RADICALISATION, leon kennedy [1]

⤿ viii. devil in your eye

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜: 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡: 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒

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Raccoon City Police Department — September 29th, 1998

     They need a key card for the door in the parking garage, which shouldn't surprise Mason, but he groans in defeat and rests his forehead against the cold wall, muttering a multitude of curses in Russian beneath his breath. Leon snorts in shocked disbelief, not having expected the other man to be bilingual, at the very least, and Mason turns his head slightly, green eyes tired and his cracked lips pulling up into a small smile. He's glad that the blond is still able to laugh and smile in spite of the horrors that he has seen on this night alone.

     A vicious snarl is the only warning either of them get, Leon spinning around a mere second before a full on zombie dog pounces on him, frothing saliva dripping from its maw. Its claws dig into Leon's shoulder and he thrashes, trying to shove it away without getting his face bitten off by the seemingly rabid animal. Out of everything that they've run into tonight in the police station, Mason doubts that either of them would have expected to run into fucking infected dogs. Hell, he had banked on the damn things being dead, given that they wouldn't have been fed for days.

     Brain kicking into gear, Mason swings his leg forward, booting the animal straight to the ribs, feeling the bones splinter beneath the force of his kick. The poor things whines and snarls, turning its snapping mouth towards Mason, giving Leon the chance to roll away as it lunges again, away from the rookie. Before Mason gets another chance to kick the damn thing, someone shoots it, dropping the canine for a brief moment, Mason looking at the newcomer with apprehension.

     "Hey," the woman says, sounding unaffected by the zombified mutt.

     Disorientated, Leon's head snaps around. "Who is that?"

     "Stay sharp."

     Leon quickly draws his gun and kills the dog as it regains its footing and lunges for Mason once again, making the older man flinch at the sharp suddenness of the gunfire. Green eyes narrowed, he watches as Leon aims his gun at the trench coat wearing woman, her eyes obscured by dark tinted sunglasses. She'd look out of place anywhere in such an outfit, but nowhere more than a police station riddled with infected in the middle of the night.