☣ BEWARE Zombies Ahead ☣ Jack Krauser

☣ BEWARE Zombies Ahead ☣ | Jack Krauser | 8

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Everything featured is property of Capcom, I only on the Ocs.

Thanks to Project X for once again reviewing. No one else reviewed while I was frantically updating my One Piece fic so I kinda forgot this one existed.

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Werewolf gazed around the village at the dropped pitch forks, axes and even burnt out torches as she treaded carefully. She had liberated a boat from the island to get here, surprisingly without anyone seeing her or trying to stop her and she didn't bother to question it to hard. Having wandered around gunshots from this area had caused her to start heading this way and she had successfully found the village, only after everyone had gone. She stopped at the still burning pile in the middle of the village, a cop's corpse stuck to the pole and charred to a crisp. Wisps of smoke drifted up from his body into the air as Werewolf glanced up at it solemnly.

A gunshot rang out causing Werewolf to spin in the direction it sounded off in, startled. That was before another one accompanied it and she hurried around the building and it's fence and up the slope to the gate leading out the other side of the Ganado village. The double doors to the gate were a pain to push open on her own, each one being heavier than a normal door should be but she managed it.

She advanced warily, having had her fair share of Ganado seemingly popping up from nothing but holes in the ground to attack her. In her hand she held on to her Blacktail she had affectionately dubbed 'Marissa' just in case. She peered around the shack to spot the person she seemed to be looking for. The brunette was struggling as a male Ganado had a hold over his throat and was proceeding to crush his wind pipe. Behind him another one, this one sporting a brown cowboy-esque hat was advancing with the intent to skewer him with the pitch fork in his hands.

Werewolf remedied this situation by shooting the pitchfork wielding Ganado through the neck as he had reared back to perform the nasty deed. The man dropped the pitchfork, instead favoring to place his hands over the bullet wound in his neck as he glared at the woman. "¡Te voy a matar!"

She quickly shot off another round, nailing the man in the head and sending him toppling to the ground dead. The brunette in the leather coat had managed to get his hands around the Ganado's wrists that was strangling him and vaulted up, kicking his leg up into the man's head and shattering it in a spray of blood. He jumped back, shocked at that - never having expected a simple kick to do such a thing. "What the heck...?" He inquired calmly, enough despite his initial surprise. The bodies around him dissolved once again before his eyes and he scoffed before he let his blue gaze stray to the brunette woman grinning at him amiably, cowboy hat situated atop her head. "Who are you?"

"Hey now, why so hostile!" Werewolf chuckled lightly, holding out her hand as she took a hopping step forward, Marissa still in hand. "I just saved your life, you know!"

"Right, sorry.... This place is getting me a little jumpy...." the brunette answers, holding out his own gun, Silver Ghost, to gesture around them at the now eerily quiet farm surroundings. A cow nearby mooed. "The name's Leon. How about you?"

"My friends call me Werewolf, so that's what you can call me, too!" she smiled, ignoring Leon's brow furrowing in thought at that.

"Alright.... Werewolf.... What are you doing in these lonely parts of Europe?" Leon inquires as a dog's barking filled the air off to the side. He flinched slightly, memories of Raccoon City and the infected Dobermans coming to mind.

"I had come to go hunting with a family friend who lives around here," Werewolf lied easily, gesturing about them at the woods that surrounded the farmhouses. "When I got here the locals were all loco."