A/N: Three things. One, I am very sorry for my absence as of late. Real life has dealt me a pretty rough hand as of late. Two, I swear I'm going to finish Laughing Out of Madness. I was actually just thinking about where I want to take that particular story. Three, I really like repetition. Anyone who has read my work before knows that. Anyway, I'm in the midst of a Resident Evil phase, and before I decide on a plot for a full story, I present to you this really short drabble. My author's note may be longer than the story itself. Sorry about that.
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Leon Kennedy is just a man.
Just a man with a gun and a choice, and he has to make it now, right now, and it's the hardest thing he has ever done in his entire life.
For the record, he has done a lot of difficult things in his life.
Leon Kennedy is staring at one of his best friends, looking him right in the eye. He has known this man for a long time, but, no, this is no longer his best friend, no longer the man he knew. Leon knows this, but he just can't seem to accept it.
Leon tells the man to stay where he is, but talking to corpses never did get him anywhere, even when the corpses were up and walking. And he is holding his gun tightly in his shaking hands, and he knows he needs to pull the trigger.
But he is just a man, with a gun and a choice, and he just doesn't know which to choose. Except as the man who used to be his friend but isn't his friend anymore, just a corpse, just a walking corpse, is coming closer. In a macabre philosophy, they were all just walking corpses, weren't they, but Leon doesn't have time to be macabre or philosophical, and anyway, he likes to think there is some goodness left in the world. Even if he cant find it, even if he cant see it. He likes to think it's there.
On another philosophical note, Leon realizes that he doesn't have a choice, not really. People like to think they have a choice in everything they do. But sometimes there is only one choice. One choice for one man, just a man with a gun.
No time to be philosophical.
He pulls the trigger.