Leon Kennedy walked down the empty streets of Raccoon City. Sherry Berkin held his hand. He had ripped the bandages from his shoulder. His Raccoon City police outfit was stained of his and other's blood.
"What are we going to do, Leon?" Sherry asked, looking up at him.
"I'm not so sure, Sherry. Wherever we go, people are gonna try to take you. I won't let that happen, Sherry. I'll protect you. I won't abandon you." Leon thought to himself. How could Claire leave like that? Right after we walked from that tunnel. I want to help her, but if I don't get any sleep, I'll pass out.
"Will we go find Claire?" Sherry asked.
"Eventually. Sherry, we need to find a small motel where no one will come looking for us. Not only are we wanted for the information we both have, but I also killed that cop. He was turning…I had to do it. But the FBI probably won't care. They're gonna try to get me and you, no matter what they can pull on us." Leon said, somewhat limped down the railroad tracks.
The forest was a nice green. No red stains or explionsion marks. A bird flew over head. It was quiet no sounds other than the small shuffle of rocks under Leon and Sherry's feet. Leon looked up. Raccoon Rest Motel, Vacancy the sign read.
"There, Sherry. Lets go to sleep." Leon said.
"I'm looking forward to it, Leon." Sherry said as she looked up at Leon.
Leon pushed the door open, and looked around. No one was there. An empty lobby. unusual Leon thought. He walked up to the desk, and hit the bell. Nothing moved. He hit it again. A soft moan was heard.
"Anyone here?" Leon said, slowly lowering his hand to his gun.
"Yeah, I'm here." A voice called from behind the desk. A tired old looking man stood up. Leon moved his hand away from his gun. "How can I he'p y'all?
"We need a room." Leon said.
"How many beds?"
"One!" Sherry quickly said.
Leon, taking the thought that Sherry wanted to stay close to him, said, "Yeah, just one bed."
"Alright. Take this one. 3C." The tired man said.
"Thanks a bunch." Leon said, and took Sherry's hand, and led her out into the gravel lot, and walked down to 3C. He pushed open the door. A red dusty room. A small bed and a small tv, along a very small coffee table was all that was there. One window, with a red curtain was the only place to look out.
"This'll do!" Sherry said, and climbed over to the bed. She kicked off her small shoes, and pulled the ribbon out of her hair. Her feet dangled off the bed. Leon smiled as he watched her.
"Go ahead to sleep, Sher. I'll stay up for a lil bit." Leon said.
"Ok. But if you get tired, and I'm taking up the bed, just wake me, and I'll give you room, ok Leon?"
"I'll do that, Sherry. Thanks." Leon said.
Leon pulled his shirt up over his head. His wound was still sore, and open. He looked around in the room for a 1st aid kit, and finally found one, in a tiny cabinet under the TV. He stuck a bandage on his wound, and taped it closed. His long brown bangs hung in his eyes. He pulled his gun out, and looked at it. It had killed…or at least ended so many…monsters the previous day. Leon layed it on the small coffee table. He leaned on his palms, and got close to the mirror. He looked at his face, and cleaned it. The soon blood soaked rag was on the floor. Leon didn't have any cuts on his face. It wasn't his blood. He looked over to Sherry, who was in a dream. A smile formed on his lips. On the floor next to him, the bandages Ada had used to help him. Ada Leon thought. He closed his eyes, and saw the bullet hit her in the back, and spin her around. He saw her fall to her death. A loud knock on the door broke Leon's painful memory. Leon walked over to the door, and opened it.
"Hi, I was wondering if you had any…"
Leon is stunned by who he sees. "A-Ada!"
"Leon…God…Of all the people I never thought I'd see again."
"You're…"
"Alive. I know."
"How?"
"Water. I knew where I was dropping."
"That whole thing was planned?!" Leon said angrly.
Sherry rolled in her sleep. Leon pushed Ada out the door, and walked out with her. He shut the door so Sherry wouldn't hear.
"The bullet wasn't planned. I just knew where I was, so I knew it was ok."
"Why did you want that damn virus so much, Ada?"
"I…work for Umbrella."
"you work for Umbrella?"
"Or…I did. They think I'm gone."
"I don't trust you."
"I didn't show up after the explosion. I landed in the water treatment system. It took me out here. I found a motel, and I've been here for about 10 hours. How long have you been here?"
"About 3 hours."
"Well. I…"
"When I thought you died, Ada…It reall tore me up…I…" Leon was cut off by a scream! Leon and Ada both turned their heads towards the main office of the motel. The window shattered, and the innkeeper's head rested on the windowsill. It was busted open, and gore was sliding down the wall.
"Dear god." Ada said.
"SIR?" Leon yelled. The door opened. A figure walked out. It stumbled a little, then made the sound that both Ada and Leon knew all too well.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh………"
"Oh God no." Ada said. The zombie was getting closer. Fresh blood dripped from his decayed chin. Ada had no weapon. Leon turned to open the door. His hand grabbed the handle, but it didn't turn…
"It's locked." Leon said, knowing how bad it sounded as soon as he said it. "SHERRY!" Leon yelled, and slammed his shoulder into the door. "Ah!" He said as his wound reopened. "Ada. Try to wake up Sherry! She's in there!"
"What are you going to do?" Ada said, almost afraid to ask.
"Just do it." Leon said, and ran into the gravel parking lot. "Hey! Over here you sack of skin! C'mon and get me!" Leon said, waving his arms to the undead.
Ada knew what he was doing, and started to kick the door. "Sherry! Open the door, hurry!"
Sherry tossed and turned, her dream turing into a nightmare, seeing her mother and father being killed. She wasn't waking.
Leon's foot hit a large rock. He picked it up, and held it tight in his hand, waiting for the zombie.
"Sherry, please wake up!" Ada screamed.
The zombie got closer, close enough for Leon to smash the rock into it's hideous face. The undead's gore splattered into the air. The zombie fumbled a bit, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Ada got tired of yelling, and kicked the edge of the door, breaking it at the lock. IT flung open, and slammed against the wall. Sherry jerked from her slumber, wide eyed and asked, "What's going on? Ada?!"
Without saying anything, Ada scanned the room, and found Leon's gun on the coffee table. She grabbed it, and walked out into the gravel lot, where the zombie was on the ground. Leon was looking at it. Ada walked past Leon, and unloaded the entire clip into the Zombie's face, throat, and chest. "We're leaving. The three of us." Ada said.
"What? I need sleep." Leon said.
"You've got two hours. If we don't leave, Umbrella will find this corpse, and find this zombie, and we'll all be taken in by them."
"Two hours, Ada. At sundown, we leave."
"Sundown."