"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" I screamed as I fired, sending me to the floor due to the recoil. The smell of gunpowder and rotting flesh filled my nose and turned my stomach. Blood flew and showered the metallic wall with crimson as the zombie dropped dead…again. Time froze as all I could see is the small bullet colliding with the face that is the zombie. The smoking bullet ended up shooting him straight above the nose. I stood frozen as my face faded to a shade of white. Looking at the destroyed structure that was once a face I s
"Gotta keep moving…" I mumbled. I inched away from and past the zombie and into the large blast door. The door automatically closed due to the sensor that stood in the far corner of the room. As the bright lights adjusted to my eyes, it was amazing! Many white beds sat all in a row with their headboards against the wall. The room itself was the same metallic chrome color as of the hallways that the facility was composedof. Shelves upon Shelves were filled with food medicine and many white clothes. The shelves themselves being metallic as well. I lived in that small room for 3 weeks. On my last day of living there, I constantly heard footsteps running around and around. 'Doesn't sound like a zombie or that of a monster…' I thought as I put my ear to the blast door. 'I'm sick of living in this place! I want mommy!'
I went over to the small override keypad for the blast door and began to study it. It was small with even smaller blue buttons that each read a number; one through ten. I raised my hand after standing on my toes to reach the pad. On the screen read,
'please input the seven digit override code'
"Now, what would Mommy use for a password…" I thought aloud.
I put in my mom and dad's anniversary date and the speaker next to the pad made a very low buzz noise. "Ouch…that's not it."
I tried my Mom's birthday. BUZZ
I tried my Dad's. BUZZ
I even tried my pet gerbil, Frank's b-day. BUZZ
"AHH!! I don't know!" I wailed as I began to cry in frustration. (remember, I'm only 7)
Tears rolled down my face in rivers and onto the floor.
'What could it be?!'
I shut my eyes tightly and tried to think.
"AH! Try harder you dum-dum!" I yelled at myself, punching myself in the head.
"MY BIRTDAY!" I cried.
I quickly typed in 3-2-0-1-9-9-1.
DING!
The tumblers inside the door groaned and hissed as steam rolled out from under the door jam. This gave me quite a spook as I jumped backwards and landed on my butt.
"Ow…" I mumbled as I pushed myself back up and grabbed the gun; arming myself for action. I ran out of the door after making sure that I couldn't hear the shuffling of monsters. Running down the South Wing, I took a sharp right and ended up in front of the elevator. (I knew the place like the back of my hand.) I pressed the DOWN button on the elevator's directional pad up noticed that someone was already in it. The small numbers on top of it started to glow. First the second, then the third…
"Oh no! Its coming to this floor!" I squeaked as I ran to the right of it and pressed myself against the wall. My heart thumped in my chest as I gripped the gun with fear. 'Come on gun, don't fail me now…' I thought as the elevator stopped on my current floor and the doors slid open with a fine grinding noise. 'NOW!'
I turned to face what would be my enemy. I pointed the gun and squeezed the trigger. BAM!
The bullet missed completely.
"HEY! What the hell do you think your doing?!" The person roared in anger.
"Wha-" I stuttered as I dropped the gun in surprise. Before me stood what I would come to know as Leon Scott Kennedy. At the time he was 18 years old. His bright red hair clashed with his dark-blue RPD Uniform. An expression of anger on his face. His hazel eyes meeting my own in a glare. Tears started to form in my eyes as I rushed forward and grabbed the man around the waist. "Oh thank god!" I sobbed heavily. "I thought I was going to die down here!" I continued to sob as I looked up at the cop. "I never thought that a cop would be down here!"
The cop's expression softened. He knelt down and grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Hey, I'm sorry. That was rude of me. Come on, we'll get out of here." He said, grabbing my hand and heading to the Loading Dock. We escaped with some other girl named Claire Redfield. After the whole experience, I learned that the cop's name was Leon Scott Kennedy. And that he had been recognized as a very resourceful person in the T-Virus breakout. So, the President, after dropping a nuke on Raccoon City to sterilize it, decided to make Leon part of the Secret Service. Leon stated that I was fairly great to and agued with the President about it. In the White House, Leon and the President were in the Presidential Chamber. Leon sat in a small cushioned chair in the middle of the room and the President sat at his desk in his large leather one. The bright sun filled the room with beautiful light that hit the blue carpet. Showing the large Presidential Insignia that represented The White House.
'He survived though the same ordeal that I did!" Leon agrued He had a weapon and everything! He even tried to shoot me in the head! So we know he has some skill."
"That may be true…" countered the President, "But, he is only 7 years old! If you are requesting we put him in the Secret Service…"
"No, I don't." Leon grumbled. He then stood up and moved close to the president and whispered, "I just don't want anything to happen to him, please, is there anything that you might be able to do?"
And nine years later, here I am…
(End Flashback)
"Yeah, I know, Leon. But…" I put a hand to my mouth as the tears started to roll again. "I want my mother…" I said breaking down.
"Hey, I know. You told me remember. I was there." Leon said as he lifted my head again and wiped my tears away with his thumb.
