The story revolves entirely around Leon. Ashley will be mentioned but unlike in the actual game he will not have her as a partner, nor will she make any real appearances. I will be using some quotes / scenes from the game. In each chapter Leon will have a sexual encounter with a different creature / person. Rated M for language, sexually sugesstive content, rape, gore.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters / creatures. I do not profit from writing this story and it is purely for pleasure.

Leon stared out the window as the police drove him to the last sighted place of the president's daughter. His chin rested on his hand as he watched the scenery speed by, the men making jokes about him in Spanish. He turned them out and let his gaze lose focus, looking at his reflection in the window.

"You are a long way from home, cowboy. You have my sympathies." The officer in the passenger's seat looked back at him. He scoffed and began firing his own jokes back at the men. It was playful banter, or so he thought, oblivious to the dangerous undertone of their words.

"Hah, you crazy American." The two chuckled at each other. They drove over a long, rickety wooden bridge and the car pulled to a slow stop.

"Just up ahead is the village."

Leon sighed. Of course, they wouldn't we coming with him. They weren't paid to.

"I'll go and have a look around."

"We'll stay and watch the car," the second officer said as the first turned it off, "don't want to get any parking tickets."

Leon scoffed. These two were full of crap. He let himself out, an instant chill hitting him. The air was dense with fog, and the surroundings consisted of dead trees, shed leaves, and rolling hills. It was bleak, to say the least, and he found it difficult to keep a positive mood. He drew his gun as he approached a small house; perhaps someone inside could give him a lead on the president's missing daughter.

The door was wide open and Leon hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. As he made his way into the dining area, he noticed a man tending to the fire. He lowered his gun and approached, producing the photo of Ashley. He tried to communicate with the man, although his inferior Spanish skills were already catching up with him. He couldn't make any sense of what the man was saying. He was about to turn his back as the man grabbed an axe and swung it at him wildly. He rolled and drew his gun, and despite his warnings, the man continued to approach him. He shot him once in the head, the body falling to the floor. He examined the corpse, noting that the man wasn't a zombie.

A loud screech from outside had him running to the blinds, peering out the window. Several of the local villagers had gathered outside and were attempting to trap him in the house. He made his way upstairs and took a small run, jumping out the window and rolling neatly. He dispatched the three crazed Spaniards with clean shots to the head and continued down the dirt road.

Leon approached the village and hid behind a tree, scoping out the area through his binoculars. It consisted of a couple of small houses, a barn, chapel, and bell tower. He skirted the left side of the village, drawing his knife and dispatching two of the villagers quickly. He collected the herbs and pistol ammunition when a man noticed him, pointing at him and making his presence known to the rest of the villagers.

"Shit." He cursed and fled, narrowly dodging a man as he lunged at Leon, his fingers brushing the fabric of his coat sleeve. He kicked in the door to the first house he saw and made his way upstairs. Mounted on the wall was a pump action shotgun. He smirked and removed it, taking the nearby shells and pocketing them. He checked to make sure it was loaded and held his ground at the top of the stairs. He dispatched nearly all of the villagers, having run up the stairs in clustered groups. When he assumed the coast was clear, he made his way outside.

As Leon stepped out the door, a chainsaw blade drove down inches from his face. He jumped back in surprise. The man wielding it had a muscular build and was wearing a potato sack over his head. He lifted the chainsaw above his head and revved it. Leon turned and bolted, too distracted to notice the man that had flanked him. He grabbed Leon in a rough embrace, pinning his arms to his sides. Leon struggled to free himself as the chainsaw wielding man approached him.

Leon managed to free himself from the man and shot him in the head with his pistol as the chainsaw man kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Leon coughed as he was winded momentarily, his eyes widening as the chainsaw blade drove into the ground beside his head. He looked at his reflection in the metallic surface and the man pulled the chainsaw through the dirt down into his shoulder.

"Agh!" Leon cried out as the blades cut an inch into the tender flesh, creating a white hot pain that made his vision blur momentarily. He looked up at the man, completely helpless beneath him. The man seemed to measure him with a strange indifference. He pulled the blade from Leon's shoulder and grabbed him by the coat, lifting him to his knees. Leon didn't dare move, his peripheral vision filled with the metallic blades that now dripped with his blood.

Before he knew what was happening, the man had produced his cock and took a firm hold of Leon's hand, forcing it to grip the shaft. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull away, but the man easily over powered him. He forced Leon's hand along the length of his cock and Leon looked away, embarrassed. He tired of forcing Leon to do the work and lifted the chainsaw with his other hand, holding it dangerously close to Leon's neck, making his hair ruffle slightly. Leon swallowed and looked back at the man, slowly stroking his cock. The man let out grunts in pleasure, the blades of the chainsaw tilting up and nearly catching his cheek.

"Hey! Be careful with that thing!" Leon glared up at him defiantly and the man removed it, clearly in control of the situation. Leon quickened his pace, trying not to think too hard about it. He and Krauser had sexually satisfied each other when they were partners in South America. Mostly it had been rough kissing and giving each other hand jobs. They never had the chance to explore it more than that, and Leon had been notified of the man's death. He wasn't an expert, but he knew how to please himself, and that strategy seemed to be working. The man groaned and soon came into his gloved hand. Leon wiped if off on the grass.

Leon noticed the man was still distracted by his bliss and quickly kicked his knees out. The man fell to the ground in surprise and Leon ripped the chainsaw from his hand, driving it down and slicing through his neck. His pant legs were sprayed with droplets of blood and he didn't stop until the blade came out the opposite side of the man's neck. He staggered back a few steps and covered his wounded shoulder. The throbbing pain had subsided slightly but he decided to administer the herb he'd found earlier regardless. Once ready, he collected any additional ammunition or pesetas he found in the village and proceeded onwards.