The Sound of Silence, A Resident Evil Fanfiction

A New Life

The first thing that tickled his nose was the smell of smoke. Sharp and crisp, burning within his lungs. It scorched his throat as well, even with shallow breaths...

His head throbbed...his body was paralyzed...his lower spine especially hurt the most...

It was night, from what his disoriented mind could put together as he looked up at a clear night sky despite the heavy billowing clouds of smoke from a burning building to his left. The fire seemed too bright, as he found himself squinting from the brightness of it. He tried to raise a hand to block the brightness of it.

Instead, he felt a sharp, pinching pain bloom at his groin, as if something was tearing. He gasped, groaned quietly, and grabbed for his stomach. His belly was uncomfortably swollen as his fingers traced tender seams of scars that striped along his skin. He curled around his stomach, his ears picking up the faint moans of undead that, through his squinting eyes, trudged towards his fallen form. 

He grunted painfully and fought to rise with an elbow under his heavy body. Pain darted down his back, blooming once again at his groin. He gathered a breath, taking a good look of his circumstances. 

The building across from him was alight in a wild, violent fire. The windows were shattered as if something within had blown the glass outwards. It told him a bomb had gone off, recently. 

A bomb he was supposed to have stopped but didn't make it in time.

He peered up at the shambling dead that strode towards him, all former Metro SWAT. His team. His heart sank at the sight of them, but the closer they got, the more he realized how vulnerable he was. Even with the blooming, searing pain through his body, he couldn't flee.

"Agent Kennedy, stay down!"

He heard a voice behind him as a hand rested on his shoulder. He heard the clicks of readied rifles, and quickly he ducked down, covering his ears as thundering guns railed down the marching horde towards him. He waited...waited until the same hand patted his shoulder, waited for the moment to lower his guard long enough to see that his rescuers had taken down the undead that, once before, were people.

"Sir?" The same hand that had his attention before tapped again, and Leon barely rolled over to see the man move his mask down over his nose and mouth. It was an Army Ranger. He asked, "You okay?"

Leon barely nodded. He winced sharply, curling around his belly; this bloom of pain was much stronger than the ones before. The Ranger noticed; at once he gestured for an evac chopper that hovered over their heads, and with as much care as they could, he was lifted up by a pair of the rangers into the helicopter. He remembered losing consciousness upon being carried into the helicopter...

...and once more, but barely, gaining it back as he was carried in a hospital bed through a long hallway; he could tell from the blinking lights that passed over his eyes. They were uncomfortably bright, and it hurt to even look up at all.

Nurses crowded over him, talking indistinctly. He felt like he was carried into a room as more shadowed around him. One or two roughly pulled his coat off of his shoulders while cool packs lined his arms and legs. He felt disoriented and dizzy. But the pain resided still. It was powerful, too powerful for him to talk through. His dry, burned throat allowed no coherent speech, only soft, pained whimpers as he was moved around. 

His lower body was propped up, and at that point, he had some consciousness enough to realize what was going on.

Delivery. He was being told to deliver the baby. He didn't register exactly what they were telling him, but all he knew was that he needed to push. Hands held him when he needed to stop, and others touched his back to coax him to continue. He didn't know how long he pushed, nor did he even know where he was. All he knew was that he had to deliver his baby.