Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

23 ☆ I Hate Doors!

Lying on the smooth, ice-cold and dirty surface of the train cart, my mind does not get the chance to rest as my body does first. It's all over. We're done, and it's time to finally process everything that's happened without worrying about who or what's around the corner. However, I can't stop myself from worrying about everybody else.

For example... I remember hearing that Caesar was Y/N's only living family member. I can imagine her going home, in silence, walking past his bedroom. His empty bedroom. The house being deathly silent, with memories of his existence lurking in every corner.

As I glance over to the girl in question, I notice the tears in her eyes and I know immediately that she's thinking the of the exact same scenario as me.

The door to our cart opens, and I sit up and rub my eyes, turning to see Claire and Sherry Birkin. I smile softly.

"Hey, you two. Are you hurt at all?" I ask, looking them up and down to check for any visible injuries.

"We're okay; the injuries are minimal. This is the girl? Where's her shirt?" Claire asks, crouching to the side of Y/N. I give her a certain look with my eyes, trying to warn her that she's upset. Although, the punk sits up with a small groan.

She sighs, wiping her eyes and forcing a little grin to form. "Hi. Are you Claire Redfield? Who's the little one?"

Sherry, herself, speaks up. She's quite small, maybe around the age of ten. She has bright blonde hair like her mother and a soft-spoken voice.

"My name's Sherry..." Claire gives her a little nod, before adding onto that. "Sherry Birkins. She's Annette and Williams kid."

"Sweet... I'm Y/N. I'm glad you made it, and I'm going to sleep." She states.

I perk up at her statement. "Seriously? On this hard floor?"

She nods slowly, clearly confused by my words. "Yeah? Where else?"

I open my mouth to speak, but then close it again. Y/N furrows her eyebrows at that, and I sigh defeatedly.
"I'm here. You can use me."

She almost looks relieved before she freezes in horror.
"Wait... where the hell is my battle jacket? I..." She looks down at herself, realisation hitting her.
"Fuck!"

I pause for a moment, looking her up and down. Yeah, I remember seeing her take off her shirt when I was fighting that bastard mutant, William, but she didn't have her jacket then. Thank God for that, it stabbed me more times than I've been attacked today.

"Oh, jesus. I feel naked. That thing took me years to make! Whatever. I'm going to fucking sleep. Go on then, sit on a seat and I'll just sleep on your lap or whatever." She huffs, pointing and relocating onto a row of a few seats beside eachother.

I sit on an end seat, giving her room to rest. As she rests the side of her face against my left thigh, I place a hand on her side incase she falls.

I lean back, closing my eyes and trying to relax; just for a moment, taking a long, deep breath. I thought I was going to die the whole time we were in there, and the sudden change is difficult to get used to. I can't help but be alert.

And, opening my eyes and looking down at the shirtless girl beneath me, she's in the same situation. Her eyes are switching between clenched shut and wide open, her lips are being bitten and her thumbs are fidgeting by her chest.

I suddenly glance up at a deafening roar from another cart, alert and pissed off. Claire and Sherry cease their little conversation and glance over to us.

"What the hell?" She mumbles, standing up from her own seat.

The noise reoccurs; it's like a rumbling earthquake kind of noise. It's... frightening.