A single gunshot took care of the infected man with ease. It was so much fun to blow their heads off.
Er..not that Leon was some sort of sadistic bastard or anything for enjoying that kind of stuff. He was the good guy, after all. It was just…when it came to terminating the zombie-ish people (that's what he called these new opponents, since they're not quite like the old zombies) you might as well have some fun with it.
Ashley and Luis were in the house too when they were attacked. Somewhere during the invasion, Ashely went to make herself a sandwich. When Leon asked her to bring him back one, she called him sexist.
"Do you want to do the shooting then and I'll get the sandwiches?" he had asked.
Ashley stuck her tongue at him and it hurt his feelings. But Leon pretended it didn't. Because, you know, he was a strong soldier, who had no feelings.
Although even as he said it, he was feeling rather curious as to what Luis was laughing at over there. The Spaniard had a photo in his hands that Leon knew wasn't there before. The American male blinked and went forward. They could take a break now that everyone else was dead.
"What's you looking at?" Leon asked with suspicion. He still wasn't sure he could trust this guy yet, no matter manly handsome he was. Or how silky his hair was. Or how pink his lips were.
His suspicions of the other male only worsened when Luis tried hiding the photo and flashed him a guilty look. Luis hid the picture behind his back.
"What? Nothing, mi amigo."
"Come on. You were looking at a funny picture. Let me see." Despite Leon's attempts, Luis managed to keep the photo out of his reach. Ashely came back with her sandwich. She must have been curious, because she plucked the picture out of the Spaniard's hands while he was focused on Leon.
"Wait!" cried Luis.
Ashley stared at whatever it was in shock, like she honestly couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then, she cackled with laughter. This didn't seem fair to Leon. Why did everyone else get to enjoy a laugh and not him? He was the hero, after all. Shouldn't he get extra benefits?
Leon turned to the teenage girl.
"Let me see, Ashley. Luis wouldn't show it to me."
The girl held her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing and harder. She didn't make any movement to do what was asked of her. Leon had enough, and he snatched it out of her hands.
He gasped out loud. He knew Luis was an evil man. The glare he sent the Spaniard's way was hot enough to melt a bolder.
"Where did you get this?"
Luis smiled sheepishly. Though the grin made him look even handsomer, Leon was not charmed. Nope, he was sure was not.
"I found it in your back pocket."
"When did you have time to go coping a feel while we were being attacked?" Leon asked with his face heating up.
"Uh oh. Leon's all red," Ashley teased.
"I am not! And you, Luis. Explain…this!"
Luis attempted to stare the young soldier down.
"You're the one who should explain. Why were you dress like that in the first place? It shows off all your curves."
"It was the uniform! I don't know why the Chief of Police had us wearing shit like that. Then again, he was a very odd guy. So don't judge me."
Ashley took another look at the picture showing Leon in his old blue uniform.
"It really shows off your ass."
"Stop it!" Leon cried out. There was no way this could get any more humiliated.
At least that was what he thought before Krauser got a hold of the photo. Fuck his life.
The End.