Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.
A/N: Written for She Dictator's prompt - confrontation.
How did this happen? More importantly how could he have let this happen?
Leon sighted down the barrel of his gun, hands steady and aim true, yet his finger rested stiffly on the trigger at the being slowly shambling towards Helena.
"Stay where you are!" Leon knew the words were useless as the zombie wearing the president's grotesquely decomposing mask was already too far gone into the transformation to register any kind of language besides its own guttural groans.
He grit his teeth and took a miniscule step back to further the distance between him and the zombie. How many times has he been in this exact same situation in numerous different countries for the past fifteen years? Too many to count that's for sure. Once you've seen one flesh eating corpse, you've seen them all and never had he faltered in taking the shot to end their nightmarish existence for good. However, this was different as precious time slipped away in a moment's hesitation.
Lingering thoughts of disbelief clung to him and clouded his judgment as if he couldn't process the reality before his eyes. This reanimated corpse used to be someone whom he deeply respected, who wasn't afraid to stand up for their beliefs and to do what was right for the people of the nation. For the president to be assassinated in the worst way possible by coming back as a casualty in the war of bio-terrorism they were striving towards to put an end to was unforgivable.
Three more dragging limps and it would be upon Helena, ravenously devouring muscle and tendons unless one of them did something.
Helena shifted nervously in her position as her quiet whimpers mixed into the tension surrounding the air. Her back was already pinned against the wall and she had no where else to go.
Two dragging limps closer.
She shot quick glances between Leon and the zombie unsure of what to do as it shuffled nearer, its arms outstretched ready to grab her with surprising strength and sink its yellowing teeth into her supple flesh.
"Don't make me do this," his voice laden with regret, grief, and anger, but underneath all that was the note of pleading.
One final limp and Helena froze. The zombie's head cocked back, jaw opened wide for the first deadly bite, and heaved itself in a jerky lunge.
Leon fortified his resolve and pulled the trigger putting an end to the mockery that was once upon a time his friend.