Author's Note: Sadly, I do not own any of these characters-from Resident Evil to the Walking Dead. Still, fun may come in many ways indeed.
Okay, this happened when I already had a little too much of Resident Evil 6 lately and a weekly dose of The Walking Dead (both television and comic series) and had to stick around to watch Wreck It Ralph with my sister that other night. Then, ZING! Inspiration do come from anywhere, I can tell you that!
Oh, and uh…let's pretend that the Walking Dead has released an Xbox game similar to their TV Series.
Crossbows and Zombies
Prologue: Walkers of Some Sort
This is bad, he thought, real bad.
Leon S. Kennedy had his fair share of zombie battling days, including the numerous amount of BOWS he had encountered during his fight against bioterrorism. What made him sick in his stomach was the fact that he was leading people into an unfixable mess. A possible death trap. He couldn't help but to glance at the few walking behind him including Ada Wong, who looked sharp with her crossbow ready.
You're not this leader they look up to, he tried to convince himself even if he was taking the lead. He had to, in fact, he was the one with the knowledge to their whereabouts. This was part of his campaign after all. The capital city of Lanshiang stood in ruins far behind them. Leon glanced at his watch.
Not long now.
Not long for that frickin' gas bomb to start making their day much more interesting. Not that it hadn't been uninteresting, per say.
For once, Ada wasn't disappearing on him like she always used to. She had to stay put this time, to help out. And they have a few visitors. The man behind Agent Helena Harper looked around the nearly empty streets, his crossbow directed at anything that moved. Daryl Dixon, he had called himself. The woman toting a katana, Michonne, lurked in the shadows.
If they weren't in a life or death situation, Leon would have been impressed. Those two were the toughest characters he had ever encountered. That woman, Michonne had never even bat an eyelash when she had dispatched a BOW they had encountered earlier on with enough precision to make Ada give him a worried glance.
"Leon", Ada murmured, her call almost like honey to his ears. "It's almost time now. And I don't have a chopper with me".
"I know", Leon winced. They were about to discover a whole world of hurt soon enough.
"I want you to know that…all those years, I loved you", she said in a scared un-Ada-like voice. "I'd always wanted to keep you safe, Leon. I want you to know that I'll do whatever it takes for that to happen".
"And I can't ever be more grateful", Leon said in a hushed voice, silently urging her to go on.
Ada nodded. "I just want you to know, I do love you and given a chance I would have chosen to be with you, if I just could".
"I understand", he smiled. "I love you, too, Ada".
He had the very same goofy grin he had on sometimes, the kind of playful look that crept up on her sometimes. Ada snickered, nudging him on the shoulder.
Not far away, Daryl watched the two 'love-birds' ahead of them and was wondering what kind of sick game were they in. Michonne was definitely not happy the day when he had suggested they'd stray a little further off. She still may be hating him for that utterly stupid idea.
"You really loosen up", Michonne remarked from behind.
"That's rich coming from somebody like you", Daryl scoffed. "People here lookin wrong".
"What do you mean?" Michonne half whispered. She wasn't one of the chatty types to begin with. She exercised the hand which held the katana, rolling the blade gently in almost graceful motions.
"Lookin nervous", Daryl made up his mind. "They're not telling us anything".
"You think Rick would be worried?" she asked in a much more quieter voice.
Silence fell between them.
"Sure he would", Daryl half mumbled, keeping larger strides to catch up with the rest.
He heard a rumble far off, almost like some sort of storm was heading their way. Peering up, Daryl could only see nothing but a cloudy starless night.
"Leon?" Helena pointed at something in the sky.
"Oh, shit", Leon mumbled, pulling out his handgun. He whirled around to face the others. "Get in there, avoid the gas or you'll die".
There were plenty of small buildings around them and what seem to look like a mall.
"What the hell?" Daryl muttered as he caught sight of the missile heading about a mile away. "What is that?"
"Gas that would turn you into one of those things", Helena explained. "Get inside, not telling what would happen if you two really did die out here".
Leon managed to get the glass doors and the shutters shut before anyone could say another word. Ada paced around restlessly, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.
"Okay, game rules, avoid the gas", Leon said, half to himself as the fog drifted towards then. "This is where the fun begins".
Author's note:
So my prologue is completed! This is my first RE fanfic, YAY!
Reviews please…and please no haters.
Okay, so you do notice that Daryl Nixon is in, so's Michonne. If you do not know them people, Google them under The Walking Dead (TV series, please).
If you are a Resident Evil and a Walking Dead fan, then I would like to congratulate you…YOU ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD TRULY "GET" ME!
I know, I know, you're probably asking why not put this as a crossover then?
Well, I just think it's still the Resident Evil verse in a way, so what's the point? I'm planning on more LeonXAda and a little more surprises too. You'll see.
Like? Kindly Review, please.