"You, Leon. You're coming with me" You say directly at the man, who seems less drunk than before.
"What're we doin'? It's eeeaaarrrly" Leon groans
"Don't ask, but I'm probably saving your life" You say to Leon, who gives you a quizzical look, but gives in with a simple "Aight"
*New group member: Leon S. Kennedy*
You walk down the sidewalks of Raccoon, surprised at the calmness around you. Not even a gunshot yet. You figure the virus takes a bit of time to get going, as they were spreading it by dropping zombies in remote locations. The park is a few miles away, so you decide to initiate some conversation.
"So, Leon, what do you do for a living?" You ask, not expecting anything too deep.
"Well, I was a police officer, yeshterday. Firsht day on the job, mind you. But...they threw me out..."
"Why'd they let you go?" you ask, assuming his current state of toxicity has something to do with it.
"Well...well, you shee, I have this theory. You know Umbrella, that big corporation for the herb shprays 'n' the like? I think they're up to shomething. Area-52 stuff, aliens 'n' whatnot. As you might guess, thish didn't go over well upshtairs, 'cuz some guy ratted me out. Branagh it was. Now I'm on "administrative leave". That musht be high-up termsh for firing..." Leon explains, sadness apparent in his voice.
You would've responded, but right there in that moment, a scream is heard nearby. Several, actually. In a matter of moments you and Leon get caught up in a civilian stampede, and almost get trampled.
"What'sh goin' on here" Leon asks, befuddled. A man turns and points at five figures about 50 yards away.
Zombies.
Without further ado:
Not able to completely decide on any course of action, you decide to send Leon with the crowd while you take on the zombies. He needs to stay in the dark about what's happening for as long as possible.
"Leon, you follow that crowd. I'm going to see what's up with those guys, people don't run screaming for no reason." You command, expecting him to question you.
"Mmm, whadevah" He replies, walking shakily toward in the direction the crowd went to.
As for you, it was time to go take care of these zombies. You approach them, and the smell gets steadily worse, filling your nostrils with the scent of death. They soon realize you walking toward them, and begin to shuffle in your direction. You pull your knife, preparing to fight.
Making sure nobody's nearby to witness, you slash the neck of the first zombie. It falls down, dead...again. You are greatly amazed at your ability to efficiently kill like this, and move on to the next zombie. He lunges, but you dodge, spin, and stab him in the back of the neck.
Another one grabs on to you from behind, but you manage to hit him in the gut and back off. The remaining three are gaining quickly, and you manage to trip on a pothole, falling on your rear. You take out your gun, and fire two shots into the closest one's gut. This gives you time to get up, and back up a bit more, but now you only have two bullets.
From behind, you hear the crowd rioting. Police sirens wail, and you see a squad car approach. You quickly put away your knife and gun, knowing that this scene probably doesn't make you look too good. The cruiser parks beside you, and Jill walks out.
"Ada?" She asks, obviously surprised.
"I-I just got caught by these guys. They almost got to me " You cry, breaking out in fake tears.
Jill wastes no time in killing the remaining three zombies, though she does waste bullets. She still thinks they're human, and uses warning shots, but then goes for the kill after a few shots to the gut.
"Where'd you get the skills with a knife to take those two out? Where'd you even get a knife like that?" Jill says, noticing your barely-concealed knife.
"Uh, I guess it was adrenaline. I got the knife off of the road, just picked it up as they attacked me." You explain, barely thinking of a passable story. Luckily, Jill believes you, then tells you to find shelter while she breaks up the riot down the road. She assures you she'll come back to pick you up, and head to the police station, where Becky is stationed.
She drives off, and just as she does, Leon stumbles back. The first thing you notice is him holding his arm, with blood seeping through his fingers.
"Leon, what happened? Let me see that wound." You say, fearing the worst.
"It'sh okay...just a flesh wound. I coulda took 'im anyway, if he'd 'a' been a man and used his fists instead 'a' that knife. I know Tou-phu, y'know.
You ponder for a moment, wondering if "Tou-phu" even exists. This is brushed out of your mind when you realize you have Jill now. You could bring her to the park and...no. Or you could warn her, but... no, Umbrella would kill you. You wish you could have a panel of voters to make these decisions for you, it would make it so much easier.
Ada Wong
Status: Slightly Less Than Fine
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Leon Kennedy
Status: Fine, but still slightly drunk
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