In Angel's Clothing-Resident Evil 2

Chapter 4

A cold gust of air conditioned wind greeted you when you entered the police station, temporarily easing the putrid rot from your mind.

You'd never thought of what the interior of a police station had looked like before. Sleek, polished floors, high ceilings with somewhat warm, crisp lighting. Unfortunately, the reasons being that you were here now didn't make it any better than on a regular day.

The abandoned area looked absolutely trashed: Papers thrown around, various stationary items littering the floor. Blood was an unfortunate, crucial clue; various amounts of it splattered onto the polished surface.

Where is everyone?

The lack of noise frightened you more than any other interior detail.

A short, strained grunt cut through the air, stunning you both to frozen silence.

Behind the temporary shield of a wide, wood polished desk in front of a large, marble statue in the middle of the room sat a man, exhaustively haunched over in his proper badge and dark stained blues.

Using the edge of the statue's base as leverage, he pulls himself up. Blood staining the pristine surface, a mere glimpse of the severity of his injuries.

"Leon, look," you whisper for his attention, gesturing with your head towards the sight right ahead.

Shit, Leon's expression changed, making you believe he must've recognized him immediately.

"He's still alive!" He states before rushing forward, a breath of hope flooding the air after watching the injured officer's shoulders raise from labored breathing. At the very least, the man wasn't heaving.

"Hey, can you hear me??" He questions, nearly pausing from the sight of all the blood nearly pooling the ground of the officer. The man appeared too dazed to respond, leaving both of you to wonder if the blood couldn't have belonged all to him, could it?

The officer's drooping head slowly rose after Leon's question, his brow furrowing heavily upon sight of two new faces his hazed mind didn't recognize.

What you failed to register was the loaded gun in his other hand, instantly aiming towards your direction.

"Who... Who the hell are you?" His demanding tone nearly booming throughout the room, stunning you on the spot. Despite his heavily bleeding, seemingly broken body, his adrenaline kept him aware enough to be cautious of anyone new, between enemy and foe.

"Don't shoot!" Leon raised one hand, freeing the other by bolstering his gun. Taking the lead once more, he placed himself nearly in front of the officer's line of sight, partly shielding your view.

"Easy," he chides, trying to register the officer's name on his heavily bloodied badge.

"We're both human," he follows, trying to introduce odd humor into this situation. "We're not bit. We're friendlies."

His words were met by a curt brow perking in a strange grimace, his narrowed eyes slowly diminishing their sharpness, getting replaced with a growing spark of familiarity.

"You..."

He lowers his gun, releasing the tension in your shoulders.

"Heh," the officer chuckles, faintly displaying a glimpse of bloodied teeth. "You're the rookie, ain't you?"

Leon wasn't too sure how to fully respond, barely replying with a faint crook of a smile and a nod, lowering his hands in the process.

Rookie? His question caught you by surprise, but it wasn't enough to fully ignore the mess around the group. The signs of physical distress, this officer barely clinging to life as it is.