this is a stupid little story i wrote, in first hour, and i hope you hate it. go on.
As he rounded the corner, he reflected upon the seriousness about the mission. There were survivors here, and he needed to find them. Maybe he could find Jill and Berry, and together find their targets. As he stepped through the old splintered door, he also thought of Wesker, and how he knew what he was doing. This mission had torn their team apart, and now not only was their survival enough, but a whole new dimension had been added. He now knew his friends' souls even, and he had decided to look past their hidden chambers. The tender flesh of their conscious would be mended, but he knew they need all of their help. They would work together, after this nightmare.
Leon shut the door behind him to find an old corridor, with blood splattered on the walls, torn wallpaper hanging in shreds, and a body strewn across the floor, rested on a stained wall. Leon walked to it, kicked its hip. A fresh spurt of blood sprawled out of it, leaving no new detail, though. Leon discarded it as a lost victim, and stepped past if. With a glint of life, it jumped up and leapt onto leans back, and bit deep into his neck. Leon screamed and tossed it off, then twisted around, to face the crumpled pathetic figure on the ground, and emptied three rounds into its forehead.
He grasped his neck, to find a chunk of flesh hanging out, lying on his shoulder. He looked down to see a fresh steam of hot blood running down his chest, and spilling onto his boots and ground. He pressed his glove against his wound, and ran to the door across the hallway. Suddenly, he noticed something on the door facing him, on the left. It was lightly covered with dry blood. Then he saw it, the puzzle. Leon finally understood. He stepped back.
"You vicious, dismal house!" he screamed, "I understand, now. It isn't about the boy! No... it's about the money. You sick bastard!" in a dizzy stupor, he flung his foot into the door, and crashed into the mahogany wood, splintering it heavily. He then flew his open palm into the doorknob, with a sick crack.
'you like that?!' he screamed in his head. He jumped back and pulled out his nine mm pistol, and emptied several rounds into the top of the door. Feeling satisfied, he slammed his shoulders into the door, and it heaved over, with a mighty crash it fell back, revealing the other room. It was a well lit masters office, with well furnished walls and a nice desk, covered with papers and a few dollars.
"There it is!" Leon yelled. He turned around and noticed the other door. Blood rushed to his head as he started punching at the evil door, sending deep dents into it. Then he realized it wasn't going to save the people, so he emptied the rest of his magazine into it, and then threw the gun into it. He door stood defeated, and Leon turned his wrath to the rest of the house. He ran around, relentlessly kicking and chewing on the old walls. The house stood no chance to his vigor, and soon gave up. With a mighty crash, the entire house around him collapsed, sending a storm of dust up into the heavens.
Were the once mighty Ashford Mansion stood, now was rubble. As Leon emerged from the ruin, and septic pipe, mighty iron, sprung from the floor and impaled itself into Leon's chest. He fell, dead, and finally content with life. The end.