By Diamond Avatar
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.
"Wait!' Leon ordered, as he stepped into the toilet. Ashley stood outside, wondering if Leon thought there was anything dangerous in the toilet.
The room was run-down and blood-stricken. The Ganados had obviously put toilet duty to low priority, focusing more on their world domination.
Leon crept along the stalls, arriving at the end of the dank room, where a single urinal was placed. Leon looked around cautiously, then unzipped his pants.
"Ahhh…" was heard, accompanied by the fizzing of urine. Suddenly, Leon heard a flush, followed by a moan. He turned around to see one of the Ganados exiting the stalls, brandishing a pitchfork. Why the man brought a pitchfork to the toilet, Leon could only guess.
The zombie-like man approached Leon slowly, murmuring in a foreign language. In haste, Leon looked down, hoping he was almost done.
"Come on, dammit! Come on!" Leon ordered himself, throwing his head back often to see the Ganado's progress. Unfortunately he wasn't stopping, and the man was getting closer.
"Aw, crap."
"Leon, you're bleeding!" Ashley said in horror as he left the toilet. She looked down at his pants. "…And the front of your pants is wet!"
"Don't ask," Leon said annoyed, his eyebrow twitching. "Just don't ask."
The End
