Raccoon City 1998

Chapter 6: Getting That Damn Power Back

Leon pushes the lid up, peeking out as he looks out, the ladder took him right to the parking lot. Pushing the lid out of the way, he climbs out of the tunnel below and pulls himself up into the parking lot, a faint growling echoes in the lot, causing Leon to be aware now.

Looking around, seeing no signs of zombies or Lickers insight. But he manages to collect a few supplies and turns to the locked garage door, he stood next panel access control and saw it was locked tight. "Damn. Need a key card..." he mutters to himself.

But the growling then echos right behind him, he quickly turns and saw one of the zombies, but instead of a person or a Licker... it was a police force pitbull. Or what was left of the police force pitbull.

Rotten flesh ripped away, eyes of the white haven of the death's blade. It growls aggressively at him, stepping closer to him, standing only by the chance, he sighs regrettably. "You got to be kidding me..." he grumbles with regret.

The undead dog bark with the food-deprived hunger of rage, it charges head-on at Leon, taking him an unrevealing surprise. Braces himself as he stops the dog's charge, throwing both of them to the ground. Knocking gun from his hand, skating it just a way.

Looking up at the snapping jaws of death, he kept the dog from making him the next meal. The dog snaps and snarls lunge for him. "Get off of me!!" he shouts at the dog, he peeks over to the gun laying just next to him, he reaches but it was a breath away and held of to the dog's neck, it snaps and snaps again, reaching closer by the hair strain. Gripping his eyes tightly he turns his head away, shields his vision from the rotten stomach acid, leaking from the digestion system drooled onto his face.

The dog snaps and snaps, wanting to taste the next delicious meal. A blade was, without warning, thrust into the neck with raiding excursion. Slicing rage-driven wrathful barks to a quick silence.

Leon gasps with sudden surprise as the dog was limpness on his arm and fell right over. Panting like a Mary May on a summer day, he flicks his eyes between the dog and to the Katana that was implied onto the thing's neck, terrified for his very life, but glad he was bite-free. "Oi!" a woman calls out, getting his attention, he looks towards the shadows, scattering up onto his hands. And there she was, the woman in the ragged torn cloak was there, right when he was in a bind. "9 o'clock!" she calls out to him.

He immediately looks back at the dog as it rises back up, quickly darting for his gun, took aim, and nail the thing right in the head. Cutting it short. He pants, seeing the thing wasn't going to be getting back up. He exhales deeply. But the clicking of her heels drew him away and he sat back up. She strides with the godly grace of the love goddess herself.

She stood in front of him, taking her grace step, he reacts and immediately points a gun at him. Se drew her hands up in surrender, seeing a familiar terror in his eyes. Shaking with the aftershocks of almost being eaten, he came back and saw he held a gun pointed at the woman. He just pants, looking away from her, slowly stepping to him. She kneels in front of him, reaching forward and took the hilt of the blade into her hand, she stood back up, sidesteps, and rips the blade from the dead dog, she looks down at Leon who exhales and drops his hand.

The girl looks at him, confused about his reaction from his second reaction after realizing he pointed his gun, the regret right before he flicks his eyes away from her. Was he surprised he pointed the gun then angry with himself that he just realized he did? She wipes the blood off her blade and sheaths it back in its holster, held her hand out to him, he looks down at her hand, flicking his eyes to her, he looks back to her hand, throwing his hand up and locks in with hers.

She pulls him back to his feet with one swift tug. Pulling him back onto his foot with surprise he stood back on his feet and looks at her, "Thanks and um... sorry for the whole... gun pointing." he tells her with careful words. She nods her head at him, not really understanding the need, then turns away and began to walk. "Hey, wait!" Leon calls out, following her instep, and grips her arm.