"I can hear it all the way down here." Chuck mumbled to himself as he exited the Royal Flush Plaza and came out to Fortune Park.
He quickly headed right, following the familiar sound of one of the TIR bikes. He did his best to dodge most of the zombies. For the ones who came too close, he'd cut them in half with his laser sword. He stopped just short of the entrance to the Americana Casino. He tried to wipe some blood off his treasured IJIEK jacket. He was already so beyond sick of dealing with these zombies. He wasn't a fan of even being on that TIR show.
He was pretty happy he had won though. Especially after what that asshole Leon Bell had said to him. That guy was a total dick. He only caught a glimpse, but the guy seemed pretty pissed off he had lost. Then again, at the time, Chuck had been more focused on winning the money to get Katie her Zombrex.
As he walked down the steps nearing the Fortune City Arena, he looked around in search of the sound of the bike. He heard it coming closer to him. He only caught a blur of green before taking action to dodge.
Just as Leon was on his way back over to Chuck after slicing through Carlos, Leon was surprised to see he'd lost track of his idol. He didn't slow down as he looked around. Suddenly, he was hit hard across his chest. He flew off the back of his bike. The bike drove itself for a bit before slamming into a couple of zombies.
The sound of the chainsaws still buzzing mixed in with the moans of the zombies filled the air. For Leon, there was a slight ringing added to it. He winced at the pain in his chest, back, and head. It took him a moment to fully realize he'd been knocked off his bike, and hard. He opened his eyes to see Chuck Greene standing over him holding a bat. Leon groaned and attempted to sit up. Chuck planted a firm foot on the man's chest. Leon let out a small yell at the surge of pain.
"Dammit Chuck!" He let out a dry laugh. Chuck glared down at him.
"You're fucking crazy. I'm trying to help you out here and you go killing people? What the hell Bell?" Chuck nearly yelled. He quickly turned to give a savage swing to a near by zombie. It flew back a few feet and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Leon wondered if he had looked more graceful when Chuck had hit him.
"Aw, Chuckie... You got one hell of a swing. I thought your only sport was sucking." Leon chuckled.
"Shut the hell up." Chuck ordered. Leon rolled his eyes.
"Just get the hell off me Chuckie. Damn." Leon tried to push the boot off his chest. Chuck sighed and looked at him, contemplating whether to or not. He finally, hesitantly removed his foot from his chest. Leon coughed and sat up. He looked over at his wrecked bike. Chuck just made him wreck his baby! But then again, Chuck Greene was standing there and talking to him even after what all Leon had said to him. Admirable.
He watched as Chuck took care of a few zombies that were getting too close. Leon got up with a grunt. He was only on his feet for a second before he stumbled back and landed on his butt. He rubbed his jaw, the pain only then kicking in. He quickly looked up to see the assailant. Of course, it was the man who had already hit him with a bat.
"What the hell!?" Leon yelled at him. He glared as hard as he could at Chuck.
"That's for what you said before the show." Chuck answered in a rather calm tone. Leon spit out some blood and glared down at the ground.
"Get up. We're going back to the safe house." Chuck ordered. Leon quickly jumped to his feet.
"Hey, whoa now, Chuckie. I don't think you got any right ordering me around!" Leon yelled at him. Chuck simply held out the bat to Leon. Leon looked from him to the weapon skeptically.
"Take it. It'll help you keep your 'fans' off you." Chuck smirked at his own joke. Leon grimaced and snatched the bat.
"I oughta smash this thing over your fucking skull." Leon growled.
"But you won't. I'm pretty sure I just knocked some sense in to you, I hope. If not, I will kill you if you try anything. Don't try me, Leon." Chuck stared him down. Leon couldn't help but smirk at him.
"Whatever, chump." Leon shrugged. Chuck gave him a quick look over, trying to determine if he could trust this guy to not hit him in the head with the weapon he just gave him. He sighed and started his way back towards Fortune City Park.
"Oh, you don't wanna drive?" Leon chuckled, as he walked over to grab some clothes from the TIR kiosk. Chuck looked at him questioningly.
"What," Leon chuckled and shrugged, "I wanna get out of this tight ass outfit." Leon stated flatly.
"No, you said ride. Yours is wrecked but," Chuck pointed to the bike on the nearby stage, "you got the keys to that?"
"Yeah." Leon said as he pulled out the keys. Chuck held back a glare. Leon smiled and made his way over to the bike, dodging the undead.
"I also got a trailer with a spare bike down next to the Yucatan entrance. Even blueprints for certain weapons and stuff you can put on your bike. I ain't as dumb as you probably think, Chuckie." Leon smirked and got onto the bike. He patted behind him.
"Cmon. Its quicker, less dangerous. Totally a fantasy of yours." Leon smirked. Chuck frowned, not as entertained by Leon's joke. He sighed and walked over.
"I think I should drive." Chuck stated, not trusting the man who nearly killed him not even 10 minutes ago. Leon sighed.
"Whatever. Be a bitch about it." He grumbled and scooted back. Chuck gave him a look saying 'don't try anything'. Leon simply smirked. Chuck sighed and sat down. He still wasn't positive he'd rather this than walk down there, but he knew that every minute counted. He grumbled when he felt Leon move closer to him.
"Oh, shut it chump. I don't plan on falling off a bike twice today. Just go." Leon said as he clung onto Chuck. Chuck thought he couldn't hate the situation more. He quickly drove, wanting it to be over.
"Almost like Vegas all over again huh?" Leon chuckled. Chuck tensed in a moment of anger.
"Shut up. You wouldn't know." Chuck said lowly. Leon scoffed.
"You really don't know shit. I was in that outbreak too, dumbass." Leon shot at him. Chuck turned his head slightly, wanting to see his face to see if he was telling the truth. He quickly thought better of it, returning his eyes to his driving path.
"Its pretty freaky the first time around, but you quickly learn to adjust or you won't be surviving. Ain't that right Chuckie?" Leon chuckled right into Chuck's ear. Chuck flinched away. This made Leon laugh out loud. Chuck heaved out a breath of annoyance and came to a stop in front of the large trailer just outside the Yucatan. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight. He got off the bike after Leon. The man in green stretched and walked up to the trailer to open it up. Chuck killed a couple of zombies as he waited. He quickly made his way into the area, looking over what all Leon had in there. As said, there were blueprints on the walls, some tools, and a spare bike. Chuck was about to walk over to look over the potential weaponized bike plans, when Leon stopped him.
"You mind watching for the dead while I change? Thanks Chuckie." Leon said quickly (so Chuck couldn't object), as he already started unzipping himself. Chuck went to say something when he heard a moan behind him. A couple zombies making their way up to the entrance. Chuck sighed and quickly took care of them. He glanced back to check on Leon, who was only in his underpants. A large bruise was on his chest where Chuck had hit him off the bike.
"Hey, this ain't the Peep Hole, Chuckie. Keep yer eyes the other way." Leon snickered, not even looking at Chuck. The man in yellow simply rolled his eyes.
"But hey! I bet its like right outta yer fantasies huh Chuckie?" Leon laughed. Chuck ignored him and watched for more zombies. He boredly went and attacked some. He cursed when one grabbed ahold of him from behind. It quickly let go after the sound of a crack. Chuck turned to see Leon looking rather pissed at the now dead zombie on the ground. He completely disregarded the TIR fan getup Leon was sporting.
"Only I get to kill ya, got it chump?" Leon said with a smile to the amazed Chuck. He got a small smile in return. The small moment was interrupted by the chime from Chuck's walkie talkie. Leon watched questioningly as chuck answered it, but he then decided to take care of the near by zombies while Chuck talked.
"Leon, you ready to get going?" Chuck called back to him. Leon swung down, taking care of a zombie at his feet and smiled.
"I think you're acting too friendly with me Chuckie. Heh, ya know I could *snap* at any moment and kill ya you know?" Leon said as he walked back over to Chuck, smiling the entire time.
"You can try, but I'll kill you first. I got my girl to think about." Chuck retorted as he ran a hand through his hair. Leon frowned at the mention of Katie.
"Be a real shame if you lost her like that wife of yers. Oh! That's right, you gotta bring her zombrex too don't you? Man, it must suck being you. Lose your wife. Kid gets bit. You pay TONS of money to keep lil Katie alive, yet you drag her right back into a hell hole like this. Not exactly father of the-"
Chuck quickly punched Leon as hard as he could in the jaw. Even though Leon saw it coming, he was stunned. That guy had one hell of a right hook, and taking it twice in one day (with the addition to a bat to the chest) was not exactly something Leon loved. It also didn't help that Chuck had beat him in the gameshow too.
"Don't you ever talk about Katie again. You leave her alone and out of this. Be pissed at me all you want, but you mention her and I'll kick your ass." Chuck all but spat at him, ready to attack again. Leon let out a small chuckle and rubbed his jaw.
"Look at you being the positive role model. I chose the right chump to look up to." Leon said as sarcastic as humanly possible. Chuck stared him down until Leon rolled his eyes in defeat.
"Whatever. Get walking." Leon mumbled. Chuck took a deep breath and started walking. Leon glared at his idols back, wanting to attack him, but simply sighed and followed the man.
"I'm dropping you off at the safehouse. I gotta get going." Chuck informed him. Leon scoffed.
"Excuse you? You act like I'm burdening you. I'm helping. I've killed plenty of zombies, and saved you from one. I'm sticking with you." Leon smirked. Chuck growled.
"No. You're going to the safehouse. You keep annoying me when I'm busy trying to clear my damn name, find Zombrex for my kid, and saving people- like you're dumbass." Chuck had trouble keeping himself from yelling.
"Clear your name? The hell did you do?" Leon asked boredly as he kept walking. Chuck looked a tad surprised that Leon didn't know.
"Someone posed as me and let the zombies loose. Everyone thinks I started the outbreak." Chuck said rather calmly. Leon looked ready to say something to back him up, but he ended up just laughing.
"You! Of all people!? That's hilarious! Damn, that must've been reeeeal hard to pull off. What angle they pullin'?" Leon kept laughing. Chuck sighed.
"All it takes is someone stealing my outfit, and blowing the gate open to let the zombies out. Get that on camera and now I've got a shit ton of stuff I gotta dig up to prove I'm innocent." Chuck said annoyed. Leon's laughter finally died with a sigh.
"Man, it sure sucks to be Chuck Greene, huh?" Leon said happily. Chuck groaned in slight agreement.
"Don't worry about it too much. You come outta this one," Leon leaned in, "you'll be some kinda hero like that Frank West guy." Leon chuckled.
"Oh I mean ah... That is if you can prove you're not the one who killed thousands and thousands of people." Leon said through a yawn, boredly watching an approaching zombie behind Chuck. It took him a moment to notice the glare he was receiving from the shorter man. Leon just smiled at him. Chuck rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Either way, you're going back to the safehouse." Chuck stated flatly. Leon groaned and wrapped an arm around Chuck's shoulders. Chuck tried to worm away, but quickly gave up knowing it'd be easier to just go along with the man's stupidity.
"Look here chump," Leon said as if getting ready to teach a life lesson, "you ain't stealing all the glory twice in a row. Mr. Greene needs to learn to take turns. See Chuckie? I'm number one. You're just a chump. It's law of the land." Leon said with a huge smile plastered on his face. Chuck chuckled.
"So, number one, right? How come I kicked your ass on the show?" Chuck said as he tried to shake Leon off him. Leon pulled him closer in reply.
"Are you dumb *and* deaf?" Leon laughed.
"What?" Chuck shot back.
"I was telling you," Leon leaned closer, "your times up. Time for someone worth being in the spotlight to *be* in the spotlight." Leon smirked.
"You're the idiot. Spotlight is something you earn." Chuck said like Leon was the dumbest person ever. Leon sighed.
"Then I'm snatching it right from you." Leon winked at the shorter man and pulled away. Chuck rolled his eyes. Leon had to be the stupidest most stubborn man ever.
"Whatever Leon," Chuck said giving in, "you survived Vegas so I believe you can survive this. Not that I care if you don't." Chuck mumbled the last bit. Leon frowned.
"Same could be said to you Chuck. You're the one who should hope not to make it out alive. You know, seeing as you caused this mess." Leon smiled a tad, proud of himself. Chuck scowled.
"Shut up and move." Chuck growled as he shoved Leon out of his way and began walking. Leon chuckled and followed.
"Why the hell we heading to the hotel? You expecting something from me Chuckie?" Leon smirked.
"There's some people hold up in south plaza. I'm going to save them if that's alright with you." Chuck said without stopping to acknowledge him. Leon quickly caught up to walk next to him.
"Even if it wasn't, you'd do it anyway Mr. Goody two shoes. You're too kind for your own good. You should be looking out for number one!" Leon exclaimed as he walked. Chuck looked over at him annoyed.
"I think number one is doing good on his own." Chuck motioned to the taller man. Leon looked slightly surprised before smiling widely.
"Look who finally understands who number one is." Leon nearly purred. Chuck rolled his eyes. Suddenly he pulled Leon closer.
"Hey, wha-" Leon tried to ask before a zombie growled closely behind him. He turned in just enough time to see a zombie fall where he was just standing. He looked back to Chuck, surprised he actually saved him.
"Well look at you, ya big softie." Leon chuckled.
"Or you could say thanks." Chuck pushed Leon to keep walking.
"Damn you're rude." Leon glared at him.
"Look who's talking." Chuck retorted.