Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

13 ☆ We Rise And We Fall

Emerging gracefully from the drivers seat is that gorgeous Chinese-American woman again. Now that it's bright, I can get a good look at her. She's got short black hair and a snatched waist, visible due to her short, tight red dress. She's so incredibly fine.

Her looks reminds me a little of my biological mother, who I can't actually remember much of. According to the letter, that's not my fault. But I believe she was Asian somewhere. I mean, I am partially, so I'd assume so. Unless that's my father. I don't know!

Oh well.

"It's you..!" I acknowledge the woman, pulling Leon up from the floor at the same time. He staggers, obviously dizzy from the lack of oxygen circulating his body. I sling his arm around my shoulder to assist his travel towards the carpark exit. His weight slows me down a touch, although his legs gradually gain strength as we approach the card reader.

"Yes, it's me." She states, matter-of-factly. I let him pull away, hearing a nerve-wracklingly loud rumble from behind. I gasp as I watch the truck burst into irritated flames and get violently launched across the large room. Without losing even a moment, I scan the card and watch the gate very slowly rise.

"You've got to be shitting me." I complain, dropping to the floor and crawling under the tiny gap, helping the other two through from the other side. The humanoid thing follows us closely, and the moment we step outside, I'm in awe.

"Ugh, stuff down here just never dies." The lady complains.

I pause at the sight of the city. It's a mess. Zombies scattered everywhere, run down shops, and a massive earthquake-looking crack dividing the city into two.

"That shouldn't be there." Mumbles Leon, standing right behind me to get a look at what I was analysing. I can feel his warm breath in my hair, and it's almost comforting for a moment.

"No shit." I sigh, grabbing his forearm and dragging him after the mysterious, yet extremely sexy woman. We're then led to a gun shop; the only building we can actually enter that isn't blocked by danger or rubble. She seems to know her way around, so I trust her judgement (with caution).

Entering the shop, I push open the double doors with some extra force, stepping forward and looking around the dimly lit area.

"This place is a mess." The woman speaks, and I glance up at her.

"What's your name?" I ask, chewing my bottom lip.

She's silent for a moment, hesitating. "Ada. Ada Wong."

"Why are you here? For work or just surviving?" I can see Leon searching high and low for equipment. I just smirk to myself in amusement as he moves onto his tiptoes.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions, don't you? One at a time." She shrugs, walking right past me and catching up to Leon. It's now I notice the gun to his head.

I approach, slowing down as I notice the child.

"I think your child needs help, sir." Mumbles Leon submissively, squinting his eyes a little more as the gun presses into his ear.

"Drop the gun." Commands Ada, before aiming at... a child?

There's a small ruckus after. The man begs for her to not shoot his daughter, in which Leon convinces her not to. They go back and forth, talking about the virus and how it came to be. They begin bickering between themselves, and the father comforts the girl about her dead mother.

I twiddle my thumbs and crouch down beside him, my knees clicking as I bend them. "Hey, um, I lost my brother to a zombie a few hours ago." I mumble, trying to make him feel slightly more seen.

"Yeah? Leave it to the police and government to fuck up everyone's life. My angels..." He swallows back a sob, holding his daughter tighter.

"I agree. Cops fucking suck." I sigh, flipping off the oblivious group with me. I'm not sure what Ada is, but she gives off cop vibes. "His name was Caesar. Caesar L/N... It feels weird to say his name."

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows suddenly and his eyes widen. "Caesar L/N? The Caesar L/N?"

"Huh? I don't know... My older brother." I cross my arms. "Curly black hair, green eyes, tan..."

"Oh, I know him for sure. We were good friends; he was so incredibly smart. He planned very far ahead. Are you Y/N, by any chance?" He asks, a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah, I am. Why?" I whisper, nothing more physically able to form in my throat.

"He told me to tell you to stay strong, if I ever saw you. I never thought I would see you, though. He loves you so much, you know." He sighs, with a proud, bittersweet scoff. "He was a good man. He had it real rough, though. It's a shame. Throughout his teens and early adulthood, he was an avid... addict."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Huh? Addict?"

"Mm. I met him when he was 19. You were only, what, 14?" He ponders. I nod, allowing him to continue. "He was addicted to heroin."

My jaw drops. "I'm sorry? What? No, he wasn't! I think I would have known, I wasn't that young."

"Yeah, it was subtle. Believe me, I didn't know either until I had to get him help from his overdose." He huffs. "I don't have time for you to not believe me. I need you to listen."

I nod, obliging as I need the information as quick as possible.
"He quit after that. Got help for you. Went to rehab. Got into heavy drinking instead, though. He quit last year. He was never really home, right?"

I pause, thinking back. "...right."

"That's all I've got for you." He turns to his daughter in his arms. "Let's go put you to bed, princess..."

He scoops her up, slinging her over his shoulder as he goes into the other room. I stay crouched on the floor, processing the information. I dumb it all down for myself. He knew this would happen, found the path I'd take, and was an addict for substances. When was that? Let's do the maths.

I'm twenty, but was fourteen. He's twenty-five, but was nineteen. That means it was six years ago. Three years before the incident.

"Well, it's one thing to keep the truth from me! But why him, huh?" I turn my head, noticing Leon actually sounding mad. He continues. "Why them!? They deserve to know why their lives have been ruined!"

My lips part ever so slightly as his words echo in my head. A cop that seriously cares about their people? Bullshit!
I stand up, looking around. I leave them to their conversation, easily leaving the building without them noticing.

Huh. They didn't even bat an eye.

That's nice to know, I guess.

Stepping forwards slowly, I take in the fresh air. We've lacked this today. I yawn, finally feeling a sense of relief. The lack of zombies (unlike earlier) and the generally isolated area is soothing, as much as it is unsettling.

I meander the area, not entirely sure what to do or where to go - I don't plan on going far, though - I hear a small noise nearby and look around, confused.

Weird.

I step forward, something feeling off. My foot steps a little far down, and I suddenly fall down a (circular) hole... again. In an attempt to not plummet to my damn near death, my other leg gets stuck on the road floor, while the other dangles. But then I attempt to climb out of my predicament and fall.

I scream, grabbing onto the long ladder trailing it's way to the sewers. My hands don't grab any of the poles properly until I hit the bottom, the impact of gravity already forcing it's way onto my legs. My hair sticks to my face as I groan out of both pain and agitation.

"Fuck!" I groan, looking around. I go to climb the ladder to escape the foul smell, but I notice a small piece of paper floating in the water.
Is that another letter...?

How did he know I'd fall here? I walk over to inspect it.

Oh, no. It's a shitty piece of paper.
Quite literally.