The Meeting.
6 years after the outbreak of the T-Virus that ravaged Raccoon City with a vengeance and Leon S. Kennedy was still alive. But how, he wondered. He had been in more life threatening situations than one person should ever have to be in. And yet somehow he always came out of them alive. He pondered for a moment. He thought it could be in part because of his training before he became a government agent, but what about before the training?
Suddenly he heard a sound outside of the abandoned old coffee shop where he currently resided. He grabbed his gun off of the bar and slowly walked over to the heavily boarded window. He peered through one of the slits on the boards and at first he saw nothing then he noticed a small gathering of crows and what appeared to be a boy, dead or unconscious. He didn't know. He didn't see anything other than the boy and the crows so he decided to go outside to check it out.
He walked over to the door that had several locks. He fiddled with the locks for a minute then slowly opened the door. Everything appeared to be quiet, almost too quiet, like death. He expected the worst. He walked over to the boy scaring off the crows as he did so. The boy was covered so heavily in blood it was hard to tell if it was the boy's blood or someone—or something—else's blood. He leaned down to listen for a heartbeat or breathing, any sign of life in the boy. He heard faint heartbeat. The boy was alive. Not one of them. He gently picked up the boy and quickly carried him back the old coffee house.
He laid the boy down on one of the booth seats. Leon proceeded to give the boy CPR when he suddenly twitched. Leon watched him for a minute. He didn't move again. So Leon again leaned down to give the boy CPR. This time he succeeded. The boy coughed and wheezed while Leon quickly got him a small glass of water. The boy chugged the water ravenously.
"Whoa! Slow down there kid. You don't want to choke again." Leon exclaimed.
The boy gasped for air. "Sorry. Who are you and where am I?" The boy asked.
"The names Leon, I found you unconscious outside lying in the street, had I not been there you would have surely been a crow's feast. I can assure you your safe here in this old coffee house, I've been hiding here for 5 weeks now." replied Leon.
"Oh, thanks. I lost my family last week to them. I've been wandering the streets ever since. Say you got anything to eat around here?" asked the boy.
Leon pulled out a rather hard Danish out of a box that was stashed behind the counter. "So kid you got a name?"
"My name is Aaron."
"How old are you?" Leon asked. Aaron looked to be about 16 or 17, but he needed to be sure.
"I'm 17, my birthday is next month, not that there is really anyone left to care, at least not anyone I used to know." He said with a noticeable sadness in his voice.
"Well you'd be best to just hang out here with me, it would be safer. I'm a trained government agent so I will protect you." Leon said with a smile.
"Thanks again, for everything."
"Anytime"
Suddenly they both heard a gunshot not far off. Then another. They listened for a while. They didn't hear another shot fired. Still, Leon got up to look out the window. He didn't see anything so he went to go make a cup of coffee. He was startled by someone trying to open the door.
"Is anyone in there!" A muffled but terrified voice called out. "Please help me they are coming. Leon rushed to the door and opened it as quick as he could. A man busted in. He clearly was not one of them which was relief. He was tall and slender for a man. He had dark, shaggy hair and a goatee. His clothes where tattered, torn and very dirty. It looked like he'd been through a lot recently judging by the fresh blood on his white shirt.
"Is that your blood? Leon asked.
"What? Oh no." The man said looking down at his shirt, "Its my friends blood. He died in my arms right before becoming one of them. I just had to shoot my best friend of 11 years. Not something I want to repeat in my lifetime" Said the man.
"I'm sorry. I'm Leon, and this is Aaron." He said pointing in the boy's direction. "I just found him not too long ago as well. I have been hiding in this coffee shop for 5 weeks, your welcome to stay with us there are two bedrooms upstairs that I have secured."
"I'm Luis. It'd be great to stay in a real bed, I've been on the run for almost 3 weeks and I've been sleeping in dumpsters and any abandoned building that I've come across." He said, still trying to catch his breath.
Leon noticed Aaron looking around the shop. It wasn't much. It was fairly small, kind of cozy in fact, or at least he thought so. It was pretty grungy from not being properly cleaned in some time. There were flies buzzing about trying to find a nice trash can to settle into. Upstairs were the two bedrooms he had mentioned. The beds were small, but the sheets were clean. This may have been a bed and breakfast at one point. There was a picture frame on the night stand in the smaller bedroom. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a mother and more than likely her son. The mother was probably the owner of this B&B. She was very pretty, and looked like a stereotypical mom, there was kindness and love in her features. The boy in the picture looked like he was 6, 7 at the oldest. It made him sad to think that they had more than likely been infected too.
Night fall was coming fast and it had been a long day. He went downstairs and suggested that they turn in for the night. He wanted to find a way to get out of here. Supplies were running scarcely low around here and now there were three people instead of just one. Also he was tired of just sitting around waiting. Waiting for what? A cure? Since Umbrella corp. crashed no one knew if there was or ever would be a cure to all of this, especially since Project Alice and gained power that was out of this world and went into hiding and has been no where to be found for nearly 3 years. He suspected that she may be the only way to end all of this, but he couldn't know for sure until he found her. Maybe one day he would find her, he just wanted all of this to be over.