Chapter 1
Leon's Finding
Leon stared at her. She was breathing, thank god. He looked up at the monster that attacked her. An infected man none the less. He felt her shift, eyes fluttering open. He knelt down to her side helping her up. "Are you ok, ma'am?" She looked at him and then at the man lying dead against the wall. Blood stained the wall. "No!" she yelped, hugging him to death. Leon patted her back. "It's ok. He is dead. Trust me. Now,' he said, moving her away from him, but holding her arm. 'What are you doing here?" She gripped his hand, fearing of letting it go. "I came here to check on a project that we are doing. I didn't think anyone was here so I decided to sneak in with my badge. Then…then he came out of the books shelves and lunged at me! I didn't know what do!" she silently answered. Tears began to pour down her face. "This day is a nightmare. It has to be a dream!"
Leon moved his finger and wiped the tear away. "It will be ok. I will help you make it out alive. Now, let's go." He stood up, extending his hand out to help her up. "My name is Leon. What about you?" he asked, hoping conversation would help calm her down. She looked up, "My name is...you can call me Ginny." Leon smiled.
Ginny did not look like a 22-year-old college student. She seemed like she was 19-years old. She was small in stature and body and had small breasts. She had very curly hair that she straightened a lot to keep it from being the frizzed hair style. She was quite short compared to Leon. Only standing about 5'2'. She felt like such a dwarf.
She pushed her orange hello kitty bag away from her back and onto her front. Feeling more secured by having it near her. She was wearing jeans that seemed worn. She shifted her pink clear peasant top which held a pink spaghetti strap shirt underneath. Her pentacle, swinging back and forth, like a pendulum around her neck. To Leon, she seemed like a New Age Tree Hugger. He laughed, thinking about if she was one of those hippie college students. "I'm not a pot smoker, drug addict, or a slut like the old hippies." She said. Leon looked behind him. How did she know what he thought? Ginny smiled, "Sorry, you just kept looking at my clothes and I know what many people think."
Leon felt a stab at his side. He gripped it and leant against the wall. Ginny came up from behind him and looked at him, fear and anxiety set in her eyes. "Are you ok, Leon?" she asked. Leon nodded, "Just an old wound I had before I came to get you." Ginny opened her messenger bag and pulled out what looked like a tiny bottle of mouth spray. "Is my breath that bad?" he laughed. She shook her head, "No, it's an anti-bacterial spray my job gave me in the orientation. I can use it to clean it up." She said, looking at him.
Leon lifted his shirt, exposing the cut that had been placed there by a crazy man wielding a good sized kitchen knife. Ginny gulped, "sorry, but I get nauseous around blood and things of that nature." Leon nodded in understanding and went to grab the bottle. Ginny saw and sprayed it on him. Leon gasped at the stinging pain of cleansing. "I can do this part." She said. Leon chuckled.
As Ginny finished spraying, massaging the area, and wiping the area with her napkin, Leon watched her. For a young girl she sure was smart. "How do you know these things?" he asked.
Ginny shrugged, "My big brother is in the army. When he came down to visit he taught me." Leon sighed; he pushed his shirt down and grabbed the gun he had laid down. He noticed how fatigue he was and yawned. Ginny smiled, there is a place in the basement where we can rest and take a shower. Leon liked the sound of that. A nice warm shower and a nice warm bed was what he needed.