Leon ran through the open grass field huffing, it had become silent but he couldn't stop running until he was sure he was safe. His latest mission had gone from bad to worse; his new partner, Rick Bryant, had died and Leon hadn't had a choice but to leave him behind.

He kept running even though his muscles were burning, just a little while more and he would get out from the open field where anyone could just shoot him. Leon ran to the closest building, going in carefully. He tried to slow down his breath so he could hear if there was someone inside, but his heart was beating so fast and loudly that he couldn't hear anything else besides his blood running through his veins.

Leon kept his gun raised, ready to shoot anything that moved. The house seemed empty, gladly. He wouldn't have enough energy to start fighting with any creature that could get too close. Leon walked through every room opening doors and checking every corner and closet just to be sure that there wasn't anyone or anything there.

After he was sure the house was safe, he went back to the room he had first entered and leaned to a table that was in a corner of the room. The house wasn't big, it had two floors, the downstairs had a small kitchen and living room and some kind of a working room and upstairs had just two bedrooms. He had tried to find some ammo or herbs but there was nothing useful there. It didn't matter, right now he just needed some rest. Leon sat on the floor, not putting his gun away: he could need it at any time.

He was sitting in a living room now, there was a couch which lured Leon to take a small nap but he couldn't afford that now. There was also a bookshelf, which was full of books. Some of them looked old and Leon would've wanted to take a closer look but he couldn't do that either. He had to focus and be ready to act if something happened

No matter how he tried to stay alert, his mind always started to wander around what had happened.

Those zombies had come from everywhere and there had been a lot of them. He and Rick were able to kill enough to escape: just to get from one shit hole to another. Next thing they came across was a mutant, the creature stood much than Leon and looked nothing like the human mutants he'd seen before. The creature was big and grey with razor sharp teeth and a poison green tongue that fit into a mouth that was large enough to swallow two whole grown men in one bite. It moved quickly, alternating between using two legs and running on all fours. Leon would've wanted to run and not fight with this new monster but there was no going back, there was just a bunch of meat lusted zombies waiting for them.

Leon gave a worried but determined look to Rick who looked back and readied his gun.

"I don't know how this son of a bitch will die but man, I'm going to find out," Rick said slightly excited, or maybe he was just covering his nervousness, Leon couldn't tell.

Rick looked like a normal type of man with his green eyes and brown hair, which was always a mess, but he was an army elite and Leon was proud to get a man like that fighting next to him. Leon had liked this man from the beginning, he had humor and he never seemed to lose hope, not even a place like this.

"Mind if I join you?" Leon responded, smirking back and took a shotgun, putting his pistol back to its holster on his thigh. "Bigger things need bigger weapons."

The thing didn't seem to have any weak points to hit; they tried its stomach, head, back, and even legs but nothing seemed to work. Their ammunition started to get low and the creature had had some serious hits on both of them, a few times it was close enough to actually kill both of them with its claw.

Fighting with the creature felt like forever: they weren't able to kill it.

"We have to get outta here Rick! We can't kill this shit," Leon huffed, pushing his hand on his left side. The creature had just swung him hard enough to get him fly off a few meters. Nothing seemed to be broken but it hurt like hell.

Rick didn't seem to hear him, or just didn't want to. He kept shooting the creature, trying to kill it. He seemed to get more and more annoyed within every bullet he wasted on it. Eventually, he took the last hand grenade he had left and pulled the lynchpin off: he was going to throw it.

"Don't waste it on that bastard! I'm sure we'll have better use to that later," Leon tried to shout to Rick.

The creature had forgotten Leon because he hadn't shot it or tried to kill it in a while now – Rick was its target. It made a sprint towards Rick who managed to roll aside just in time but the creature turned quickly. It opened its mouth and grabbed hold of Rick in its teeth. Leon couldn't even yell a warning because it happened too fast. He heard how those strong jaws crushed Rick's chest breaking all the bones and finally, it broke his spine. Leon just stood there shocked; he had seen a lot of terrible things but never anything like that. Then Leon remembered the grenade Rick had had in his hand and he jumped behind abandoned car, just in time when the thing exploded and the creature was blown up from the inside.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere and the smell was so horrible that Leon throw up. For a while Leon just sat there, not moving, he couldn't believe his partner had just died. What would he do now?

He had no choice. Leon stood up, trying to forget all the hurting bruises he had and walked to Rick's crushed body. Leon took his dog tags, cleaned the blood off by wiping them on his own pants and then hung the tags around his own neck so they would stay safe until he would get rescued. He owed that to his partner's family.

Suddenly, he heard gunshots and yelling coming from the direction they had come. They weren't his own people, at least Hunnigan hadn't informed him about others, Leon wasn't going to stay to find out who they were so he pushed himself on the move and started to run away from the voices. He couldn't fight with them now.

Their mission was to find and save all the people trapped somewhere in the village. Their number was unknown just like the location. Hunnigan had only told him that there were people alive and they had sent an emergency message, but no one was able to locate it any closer than the village. Leon and Rick were supposed to find them and lead them to some place where a helicopter could pick them all up.

They had failed. Leon's radio had broken down during the fight and he was far from the route he was supposed to be. He had no idea how he'd get contact to Hunnigan or anyone, or how he was going to save himself. But he always pulled through hell. He had done it before and would do that now, too.

Leon snapped out of his thoughts. "Concentrate," he told himself. The fight and the fact that he hadn't slept in twenty-four hours were starting to catch up with him. He used one herb to heal some of the bruises and cuts to ease moving a bit. After that, he stood back up. He had to stay on his feet to be awake and ready, he knew he couldn't stay there for long.

After Leon had rested long enough and didn't dare to stay in the place any longer, he left the house from the back door. He went through the yards of the other houses, searched some of them for ammo but couldn't find any. It was quiet neighborhood, a little too quiet and Leon didn't like it. All the houses were still standing, some of them had broken windows and smashed doors. In the middle of the houses was a kid's playground where a slight wind moved the swing.

Only a few zombies wandered into his path and Leon killed them with his knife because it was quiet and didn't waste any ammo. It had started to get dark and he had to find a place to stay through the night. If he stayed outside, he was most likely going to get killed by a creature he couldn't see in the darkness.

Finding a house where Leon could escape from two different doors and which was close to other places he could hide, like the many houses around, wasn't easy, but he did find one .It could've been better but was his best shot for now. Leon searched the house like he had done before; just one zombie roamed around in the kitchen but nothing else was there. When he was completely sure the house was safe, he sat on one of the kitchen chairs and leaned his head into his hands on the kitchen table. He was so tired that he couldn't even think anything else besides sleep. Leon kept his gun in his hand, keeping his finger on the trigger and fell asleep.

Men in black combat suits walked slowly towards the house, holding their assault rifles ready. They all had night vision devices so they didn't need any flashlights. It was quiet, there was just the sound of the four men's footsteps on the grass.

They didn't need to talk. All of them knew what they had to do and they knew there was only one person in the house: the one they needed to catch alive.

When they reached the front door one of the men made some hand signs to the others to get ready and started to open the door as quiet as he could. Their job was going to be a lot easier if they were able to do this without a fight.

Leon didn't hear a thing, not those footsteps, not the door creak, not even guns clacking. He was sleeping like never before. He was so deep in his violent dreams that he didn't wake up for any sounds that came around him. He would regret later for letting himself fall asleep like that.

The men didn't have any problems finding the sleeping man in the kitchen, this was like taking a candy from a child. They moved closer slowly until they all were standing close to the still sleeping man. One of the men took the sleeper's gun from his hand, sliding it slowly away. The man mumbled something and moved a bit but didn't wake up. Everyone was ready for action but when nothing else happened they went on.

Leon snapped awake when someone pushed him roughly against the table and pulled his hands behind his back. He tried to get on his feet but could only push his chair away. Someone pushed his head against the table by keeping a tight grip on his neck. Leon growled, trying to free himself but the men were too strong and they already had a good hold of him. The one holding Leon's hands behind his back put handcuffs on him that were too tight. Leon was still tired but wasn't going to give up the fight that easily. The cuffs rubbed his wrists, making blood run down his hands as he kept struggling against the men attacking him.

Then he was pulled off the table and one of the men punched him in the face hard enough to get Leon to lose his balance. He only stayed on his feet because two of them were keeping him in place.

Leon's vision was blurring and he shook his head to see clearer.

The leader of the group, who had just punched Leon in the face, took a small needle from his vest and stabbed him in the neck with it. It wasn't anything dangerous, just a drug to make him calm down and stop struggling so much. Their mission had been so easy; the man hadn't had any chances against them. He had lost the fight the moment he fell asleep.

Leon tried to fight against the drug but soon started to stumble like it was the first time he tried to walk. His vision stayed blurry and slowly his body stopped responding to anything he would've wanted it to. He didn't lose consciousness and could feel and hear everything around him just not as clearly than normally. Those two men were still holding his weight up, not dropping him on the floor and his head fell to his chest.

Then the group's leader said something and the other man keeping Leon up lifted him on his shoulder and carried him out of the house. There was a black van waiting for them, one of the men went to sit next to the driver and rest three sat back, putting Leon's body on the floor of the car. Leon could feel how one of them put his other leg on his back right next to his cuffed hands, making sure he stayed down. Not like he would've been able to get up anyways. Leon groaned quietly, not getting any words out to say something sarcastic.

He felt the car start to move and he began to focus on his muscles to force them to move, but nothing happened. No matter how he tried, he was paralyzed. Panic started to rise in his mind as the car drove off.

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So here's the first chapter, more will be coming, I don't know how many but I'll do this till I'll hopefully get to the end. =D

Then some commercials: I've written this from a story that me and my friend have been writing in our notebooks, if you want to know about the original story read "The price is your life" by Hineko12

My story doesn't follow the original one even closely, I've just taken some parts from it and made it my own.

Hopefully you liked it. =)