A/N: My first attempt at a fanfic. Constructive and fan criticism is welcome. Try not to be too harsh. Do remember that this is my first attempt. :D
And before you all whine about the first paragraph, yes, that is the location the game takes place in. Does it specifically say that? No. But, there are a few things that point out that it's the location I mention in the story. So don't go crazy about it. Also, a line break depicts a change in setting.

Also: I don't own anything resident evil related, don't sue, blahblahblah.

Chapter 1: Things to Come

It was five years ago, to this very day, that it happened. He didn't enjoy doing it, but it was something that had to be done. Every night, he thinks of those that were killed. He asks himself things sometimes. Things like, "Did they have families?" Or, "What kind of people were they before the outbreak?" This is how Leon spent most of his days after the events in Spain. Little did he know though, that he would have to face these demons, and much sooner than he would hope.

Leon woke from another dreamless night. That's how most of his nights were spent lately: Dreamless. He didn't like it very much, but it sure beat having the nightmares that plagued him after what happened in Spain. Those were the horrible ones. Ones where he lived the events over and over again. Ones where he watched the violence that he inflicted upon those villagers.

But now, he didn't have to worry about those. And with that, he got out of bed, and glanced around his lackluster room. He lived in a decent sized, 1 bedroom apartment. After he had saved the President's daughter, he retired from his position as the President's bodyguard. In fact, he just retired from the secret service altogether. Though he still lived in Washington D.C., still a fair distance away from his last work place. He wanted to remain close, but now just worked as a detective for hire. It pulled in enough money to live a comfortable lifestyle.

Leon got up and went to his closet. The bedroom wasn't much. It had a small bed over in the corner, with a nightstand next to it. A lamp and an alarm clock sat upon the nightstand. His closet contained about 2 weeks worth of clothes. Some might say that that was a bit much, but he didn't like wearing the same clothes over and over. So after he picked out his outfit, a simple one comprised of Khaki pants and a striped button up long sleeved shirt, he went to the bathroom to shower.

Leon stepped in to his porcelain based bathroom. At least, that's what it looked like. With the shower, toilet, and sink made of it. And with the tiles the same near damn color as it. He got out of the boxers he slept in, and stepped into the shower. In the shower, he was struck with something that hadn't happened to him for three years: Flashbacks of what happened in Spain.

He put his hands to the sides of the shower, trying to brace himself against them. These flashbacks were usually accompanied by severe headaches. He didn't understand why they just suddenly resurfaced, but he dealt with it either way. This episode lasted only for about thirty seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to them. He then decided he was done, and got out to prepare himself for the day.

After he had finished getting ready to do nothing in particular, he decided he would go out for a bit and try to clear his head. As he was leaving his apartment, he received a call on his cell phone. Looking at the caller ID, he discovered that the call was restricted. He decided to let it go, and that if it was important, they would leave a message. About half a block away from his apartment, he got a call again. He looked to see that the caller ID was restricted again, and again let it go. He didn't trust people who blocked their numbers. They were usually the people who played those idiotic phone pranks. He had just come to the corner of the block, when the phone rang again. He saw that it was restricted again, and decided he would answer the phone just so they would stop calling.

"Hello," Leon answered with a not so subtle hint of annoyance.
"Hello Mr. Kennedy. How have you been?" Asked the caller.
"Who is this?" Asked Leon.
The line was silent for a couple of minutes, and Leon started to think that maybe the other person had hung up. Leon was about to do the same, when the caller spoke again.
"You should have finished what you started."
"What the hell are you talking about?" replied Leon.
"Are you sure that it didn't spread, that it didn't go with you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?"
"Get ready Leon. Because you're about to realize the consequences of your actions."
"I said, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

*click*

Leon knew what the caller was talking about. He didn't have to guess. So with that, Leon started to run. At first he didn't know where he was even going. But then, he realized he was going to someone who had also dealt with something like this. He was going to see the person who could help him with whatever was about to happen.

End Chapter 1
A/N: So there you go. I know the first chapter isn't all that long, but I'll try to make the next chapters longer. I'll hopefully have the second chapter up tomorrow. So do that reviewing thing and all that. And thanks for reading.