Plagas no more
Chapter 1: Mission
Leon was sitting in the backseat of the jeep, waiting to arrive near the village. Wearing his trademark leather jacket that Claire got for him, he felt protected. Especially because it was bullet and pierce proof. Claire had seen to that part of the manufacture personally. The driver and passenger of the jeep were part of the Spanish Police Force of this district that had to help him with whatever he needed. There was nothing that said that they had to be nice, though. Leon had finished bickering with them two hours ago, and he was glad for it. It would have been a LOOOOOONG drive had they been fighting. Out of boredom, he looked at himself, so the writer could talk about what he looked like. His jumpsuit-like pants felt a bit too tight sometimes, especially when sitting down. At least they had given him a zipper... That would make things a bit easier. While he was sitting, he felt a bit cold, so he put on his fingerless gloves. They had an extra layer of leather, for extra protection, in case of close combat. He ran his fingers through his medium length gray hair and pondered.
(Inner monologue of Leon)
(Well, this is just fan-frickin'-tastic. I train hard, destroy a zombie threat, fight on a boat, AND had to go back for even MORE training, JUST so I can protect a stupid ditz who goes and gets lost on her way home from school. Sure, she's been missing for weeks and she's been sighted in the remote parts of Spain, but she shouldn't have been walking on the same path home every day! She could have climbed through the trees or something! Damn civilians...
The Spaniards in the front are chatting about something or another. I just knew I should have learned Spanish when I did. French is more fun, though, with all the sexy girls taking it as well. Cest la Vi say-la-vee. I'm feeling a disturbance in the Force-wait, the WHAT? Did I just think that? Must have been the drinks on the plane ride over. What was I thinking? Oh yeah. There's a dark feeling I have, just creepy. Something must have gone wrong, I KNOW that this isn't going to be a run in, get her, run out mission. There's always something more. But this doesn't feel like a "there are terrorists with more guns than me waiting to kill anyone who tries to save her" situation. It's more like deja vu, but I don't know why. It seems similar to the feelings I got while entering Racoon City for the first time. During the Incident... My God, what terrible memories I have about that. I still get nightmares, but they're soon replaced by visions of Claire. I try to cover the memories of Ada with those of Claire and Sherry, shortly after the incident. Claire and I cared for Sherry, so we became her legal guardians, even if we weren't married...yet. I was so happy when Claire and I married, but we were seperated after 6 and a half years, as I had to ship off for more training. But Claire, then, went off to find her brother, who was lost beyond comprehension and neck deep in trouble. Sherry, now 18, decided that she would handle any and everything about the house while we were out. That was 6 months ago.)
Leon sighed (This is going to be difficult, I'm sure. I'm glad they gave me an attache case for this. I hate those annoying hip packs. This case has so much more room than those! I could fit 2 shotguns in here and have some extra room for ammo. Well, I guess I wouldn't NEED 2 shotguns, but I could still fit them in there. Let's see what's in here...)
Leon opened his attache case counting off the items, and rearranging them carefully so they won't shake around. Inside the case was a 9mm Handgun, 30 9mm bullets, and a First Aid Spray, for even the worst of wounds, surprisingly. It just magically healed anything that was damaged, as long as it was organic.
Leon: "A friggin' PISTOL!? That's all!?" Leon shouted.
Passenger: "Yow! Shut UP back there!" the Passenger Officer shouted back. Then, to the driver. "I have to pee, pull over."
Leon shifted uncomfortably in his seat; he was still squeamish when somebody mentioned a bodily function. He gazed out the window for a little while and eventually fell asleep. Leon had a dream as he slept. He dreamt of what all the people involved would be like in Hell. He imagined William Birkin and his wife reuniting. Suddenly, Leon had a thought while dreaming: What form would William take while in Hell? He sat there, twitching and dreaming until he couldn't take it anymore and switched over to the Easter Bunny. (Leon's thoughts: What in the Hell kind of rabbit hops around putting eggs full of candy in people's yards and houses? It may be infected by the G-Virus or something...)
Driver: "Get up, American pig. We're here. Don't worry about us, we're going to, ah...guard the car. Carjackers run rampant in remote villages, gotta watch out for them."
Leon, exhausted, left the car with his attache case safely hidden where no human would dare look. Leon stepped forward drowsily, not looking where he was going. Squish. Leon looked down...
Leon: "Dog shit. Just great." Leon scraped it on the car
Driver: "HEY! What are you doing to my baby? Get the hell outta here, pendejo!
Leon chuckled to himself and walked on, past some crows. He approached a house nearby. The house was a little ratty, but he could tell that there was a fire going because there was smoke billowing out of the chiminy. He didn't know why, but he had another cold, dark feeling. As he stepped in the house, he could hear a fire and someone muttering to himself. He stepped around the corner. The man turned to look at him. The man was around 45 and almost bald, but he had a certain charm to him. He put on a smile and said something in Spanish. Leon's questioning glance and the man's quick thinking made him realize that Leon was American.
Man: "Hola, americano, what are you doing in this part of country? Please use simple English, I do not know many."
Leon: "Hello, I'm actually looking for a girl, her name's Ashley, have you seen her?" He presents the picture of the President's daughter to the man.
Man: "No, no, I no can say I have seen her, senor. By the way, mi llamo Horacio." A surprised look came across his face." "I believe your friends are in trouble!"
Leon could hear the Spanish cops yelling at someone, but from the tone of their voice he could tell that they were scared. Leon rushed to the window. He saw that the officers had been attacked! The attackers were dressed in ratty clothing and limping towards the cops, now out of the car. Leon watched as the officers blew bullet after bullet into the beasts. The violent men were hardly even slowed by them. Leon started getting a crawling feeling in his throat. He remembered something like this...somehow, somewhere. Then, he saw the things fall upon the cops. The attackers were bludgeoned by the the driver's nightstick but they continued to bite him. Eventually, the screams died down. The attackers were feasting on the corpses of the drivers.
Leon: "Oh no..." Leon started shaking. The memories rushed back to him, gripping him, terrorizing him. Racoon City, 1998. He could feel sweat coating his forehead and he couldn't stop shaking. Zombies. He thought the T-Virus had been subdued. He thought Umbrella's experiments were finished. As he watched them, he slowly clicked into zombie-mode. Leon took out his handgun and jogged outside while Horacio stayed inside. He got within 10 meters of them and they turned around, seeing fresher meat. When they stumbled toward him, Leon could feel a certain urge to run, but supressed it. He raised his weapon and fired a bullet into the first zombie's head. It his him on the right side of his forehead, and it slumped over on the ground, quivering. He took aim at the next one and hit it in it's left eye. The third zombie lunged toward him. Leon acted reflexively from his training; he gripped its arm, broke its wrist, dropped that hand, and gripped its throat so it couldn't bite him. It grabbed his shoulder with its useful arm and tried to pull him towards its mouth. Leon resisted and slowly put his gun into the zombie's mouth. It started the zombie's patented moan. Leon almost loosened his grip. Almost. Instead, he pivoted the gun so it would aim up. BANG! When he shot, its head popped open on top and spewed everywhere. Leon's head and shoulders were speckled in blood, bone matter, and brain juice. Horacio ran up as Leon stood above the mutilated corpses.
Horacio: "What in Hell was that!? Why they attack!?"
Leon: "Zombies; flesh-eating undead monsters with no motive to kill but to eat. They are merciless and don't discriminate with their prey. ANYTHING is food to them. Even humans!"
Horacio: "What are you talking about? Zombie? I thought they were myths! I get my axe. Sharpened it yesterday."
Leon looked around for more, praying that this was a small outbreak. Leon could hear the man open the door, then walk inside. Soon afterword, there was a crash of glass, a yell, and more glass breaking. Leon cringed; he was beginning to like him. He ran inside and ran straight into the wall. When the stars disappeared and Grandpa left, Leon ran around the corner to see the man, holding a broken bottle covered in blood. There was a re-dead zombie hanging halfway out the window.
Horacio: "It broke window, I hit it with bottle, killing it. I'm going to get axe, now."
Leon: "I need to know, do you have a bathroom? El Bano?" Horacio nodded and pointed towards the stairs in back. Leon went back there and saw the door underneath the stairs, on the side. He cleaned himself off of the zombie's brain matter and blood. After washing up, Horacio was packing a sack with food and water.
Horacio: "Don't know when we'll get back." Horacio threw a small box at Leon. "I've had some bullets for a year or so, now; I was going to get gun, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter anymore." Leon opened the box and took out the 25 bullets.
Leon: "Muchas gracias, this'll be a big help. Leon counted how many bullets he had. It totaled 52 bullets counting the ones in his current clip. This was going to be a long mission...
