Well, hello. I make an utterly random reference here. Leon reads kids books. XD
Poor Rhydon. DX

Leon's a geek (And I mean that in the nicest possible way). XD Fee says it, so it MUST be true.

Chapter 1:3

Leon stood up, shaking slightly, his face still in pain from Mendez' attack.
He didn't say anything, and both Jolt and Dub thought it best not to say anything either.

He headed downstairs, finding some ammo, not to mention money-in gold.

"A chicken egg a chicken egg a chicken egg!" said Dub, bouncing up and down as they checked the oven. "I'm going to hatch him and he'll be called Dave and-"

Leon threw the egg in his face.

"OH GODS DAVEBLOOD IN MY EYES! WHY LEON, WHY?!"

* * *

"If memory serves." said Leon grimly, after Dub had found a working tap. "The resistance out there is… nasty."
"How nasty?" asked Jolt in trepidation.
"Troll nasty." said Leon.

Everyone stared at him, and he pushed the cover of a book reading Ar----- into his case.
"What's a troll?" asked Dub.

* * *

To begin with, the attack was easy. A wave of the Ganados-admittedly, a very large one-that the three managed to defeat with a minimum of effort.

Then a rumbling noise, like the sound of thunder, came.

From around the corner appeared a towering monstrosity, black-grey skinned, like rock, a giant, spinning drill upon its head-and, tied to each of its hands by a long cord, a pair of chainsaws.

Leon gulped. Dub and Jolt shrank backwards.
Leon fired a spray of bullets at it, but they only bounced off of its armour.

The other zombies ran to get out of its way, some failing, being crushed or cut apart by the rampaging Rhydon.

Leon quickly remembered something from the game in his world

"Dub! Aim for the horn!" he cried.

"Are you insane!?" shouted Dub.

At that point, being called insane by him of all people-Leon realised just how stupid he sounded.

"Distract him!" he said, running backwards and scrabbling for a certain weapon.

As Dub and Jolt ran wildly trying to not be cut into ribbons, Leon noticed something-a parasite, on the creatures back, much like that of the creatures he referred to as Wolverines.

He lifted the weapon he was searching for from the case, and aimed.
The rifle fired one bullet, tearing into the creatures back.

He grinned.

The Rhydon charged at him.

Two thunderbolts struck the parasite in tandem, and it roared in pain again, turning to them.
Another round from the sniper rifle.

The Rhydon's roars were turning to whimpers now, not knowing which way to turn.

Two more thunderbolts disintegrated the parasite.
The Rhydon collapsed, dead.

Leon sighed in relief.
"That was new…" he said.

* * *

"Ok, so… why did you zap the nest?" asked Leon.
"Cause of that." said Jolt quietly, pointing at a glistening box of ammunition.
"Yeah, but… couldn't you have waited for the enemies to be dead?" asked Leon, desperately shooting at the onrushing zombies.
"Didn't see them." replied Jolt calmly, firing a powerful Discharge into the middle of the Zombies.

"And I thought having allies would be helpful." he sighed.

Eventually, the entire group had attacked them-and all been slain.
They never gave up. Ever.

It annoyed Leon.
Why couldn't they run away after you made one of their heads explode.
But no. They didn't feel fear.

Leon sighed, picking up the equipment in the area, including the ammo Jolt had shot down.

After that, he went down to the gate, checked his weapons, and asked if Jolt and Dub were ready.

"Of course!" said Dub. "What for?"
"Another fight." said Leon grimly.

* * *

Honestly, it wasn't that hard to fight through the village. Leon's weapons were easily strong enough to slay the zombies in one or two bursts, and Jolt and Dub made it positively easy-even when more of the pokemon-bulls, and the dogs and crows…

Honestly, Leon could quite happily have murdered anything alive just in case about then.

But eventually they fought their way to the church building at the back, and Leon opened the door with the key, the one from Mendez' room.

Inside, he picked up a couple of items, including another of the potions, and stopped to heal.

The last few attacks had been nasty-all three of them had some scratches on them, but they were easily taken care of.

Shooting a lantern and picking up the jewel inside, Leon went down the staircase. After another short tunnel-he found another lantern. Shooting that too yielded another two jewels, as well as a fanciful headdress.

Leon cheerfully headed down the rest of the tunnel.

"Welcome, stranger." said the voice of the merchant.
"Leon. I told you. It's Leon." he said.
"Had any luck with the blue medallions, Mr Kennedy? Remember, there are fifteen to get." said the merchant, eyes glittering,
"…how do you know my last name?" Leon asked.
"Hehehe… whatcha selling?"

Leon gave up, as Dub sniggered.
He got a tidy sum of money for selling the items-Including some fish-in something called Pokedollars.
Of course, he didn't have a clue what to spend it on…

By this time, he was ready for anything. Bar nothing.
Bar nothing.

Not even the hundred or so zombies that awaited when he climbed a ladder into the graveyard.

Once again, they were simply killed, a few sweeping blasts with the TMP, and some well placed lightning from the pokemon-and some handgun rounds from Dub.

Some more of the Murkrow were standing on gravestones-he shot them too.

After he eventually killed them all, he went about the task of collecting loot-and medallions.
Boring. But necessary.

He noticed three paired gravestones, bearing special insignia. One was a strange S, another a stylised M and another an odd V.

He remembered what to do with them.

Walking up to the church, casually killing the three zombies guarding it, he walked down a side path. There were another two zombies-as well as one of the remaining medallions-but what mattered, after he dealt with them, was a small puzzle inside an alcove. There was a shining green jewel inside, which Leon knew he could combine with one he already had for more money.

He left the area, headed for the bridge next door.
He knew that, if everything was the same, which it had been the rest of the time, someone-probably called Ashley-was trapped inside the church, and the key was quite a way away.

He groaned.
A giant fish thing and a giant… giant thing were in the way.
Oh well.

What needs to be done, needs to be done.

He headed down the side of the church, towards a bridge-guarded by more Ganados. Of course, there weren't enough of them to pose a real problem-and the last of the medallions were there.

Not to mention a tiny snake inside a box. It looked like just a normal snake, and Leon managed to cut it in half.

It was curled around an egg, which he shrugged and picked up.
Dub took it, cradling it in his arms.
"Your name is George and I'm not going to let the mean human hurt you no sirree…" he mumbled, petting the egg.

Leon rolled his eyes, and walked down to the door.

* * *

The other side was a quarry like area. There was a large circle of crows, and three huts on one side, and some wagons on the other. An immense pair of doors covered one wall, roaring coming from it.

Leon wanted to leave as soon as possible.
He threw a flash grenade.

The crows-or Murkrows, as Dub had said earlier-all died. Maybe the parasites couldn't cope with it?

Astoundingly, there was a huge amount of money dropped, not to mention another grenade.

Leon shook his head, and turned to ask Jolt.
"Not a clue." said the Manectric, understanding.

He cleared the area of equipment in moments, including that given off by the crows, and checking the huts-seeming very empty.

He hurried off, headed for a small basement level behind some doors.
Inside was a merchant-and some more items-not to mention a river.
One that he'd be coming down later.

He sold the newer items he didn't need.
"Well done Mr Kennedy, I see you have shot all fifteen of the medallions." said the merchant.
"You have a choice of rewards." he said. "There's this special gun… or a pokemon."

The Punisher was the special gun. Honestly, Leon didn't much care for it.
"The pokemon."

"A good choice, Mr Kennedy." said the merchant, with a voice that sounded like he was smiling. He handed Leon a pokeball-along with two guns, that looked much more effective than the Punisher.

"What?" asked Leon.
"They belong to the pokemon, Mr Kennedy." said the merchant.

Leon blinked.
"Fine." he said. "Thanks… one thing… how do you know my last name?"
"Hehehe… come back anytime… Mr Kennedy." said the Merchant.

Leon was sure he was smiling, but he made a gesture seemingly meaning 'forget it' and walked back up the stairs into the open air.

* * *

"Ok… so what kind of pokemon do I have…" wondered Leon. He'd rummaged through his case for the pokedex he'd picked up… it felt like days ago.

He opened the pokeball, both Dub and Jolt ready to attack.

The pokeball released a large creature, somewhat like a dragon, but with large, bulbous eyes. It was red and green, and it seemed a little like an insect.

"Flygon. The Dragon Fly pokemon." piped up the pokedex. "Ground and Dragon Type, main weakness Ice. Male."

"What's your name?" asked Leon.
"I am Jack." said the Flygon. "Who are you, where am I, and where the hell are my guns?"

Loen smirked.
"Nice to meet you… would you mind helping fight a zombie invasion?" he asked, handing the two weapons to the pokemon.

"Nothing better to do." he said, flipping the guns on his fingers. "Pidgeot and Swellow, how I missed you…"

"He's weird." said Dub.
"You can talk." said Jolt in an undertone.

Fortunately, the Flygon seemed to ignore them.

"Right." said Leon. "This way."
He opened a door to the right, and caught sight of a winding path, headed downwards.
He groaned, remembering what came next, and turned to Jack, the Flygon.

"Could you fly us over the marsh?" he asked.

"I could." replied the pokemon sourly.

Silence.
"Well, go on then." said Leon.
The Flygon sighed, and knelt down.

Leon got out two pokeballs, returning Jolt and the protesting Dub-who ran around like a headless chicken trying to escape, and got reluctantly upon the pokemon's back.

Jack cracked his knuckles.
"Do you know what you're doing?" asked Leon, suddenly worried.
"Not really." said the Flygon. "Can't be that hard."

He seemed to enjoy Leon's horror at this remark.

* * *

"Forget this." said Leon, jumping to the ground, kissing it. "I'm killing the fish and crossing the lake…"

The Flygon looked amused. Leon could have sworn he heard him say "Just as planned."

Leon groaned, and stood up, opening the two pokeballs.
"Right." he said. "Can you electrify the lake?"

"Not a chance." they said. "Too big."
Leon sighed.
"Jack, you fly up and shoot at the fish in the lake. The giant one." said Leon. "Jolt, Dub, can you swim?"
"Not a stroke." said Dub cheerfully.
"A little." said Jolt. "Enough."

Leon nodded. "Dub, sit on Jack's back with a handgun and help shooting. Jolt, come with me in the boat and blast it repeatedly with lightning. Got it?"

"Got it." said the three, nodding.
Leon sighed, and went for the boat, motioning for Jolt to come with him.

"Hey, Mr Shooty guy?" piped up Dub.
"Yeah?"
"Don't die."
"Aww. Thanks." grinned Leon.

Dub grinned and jumped onto the disapproving Flygon's back, as Leon and Jolt got into the boat.

Leon sighed.
"I'm not a good enough shot to use a gun." he explained, picking up the harpoons in the bottom of the craft, and beginning to drive the boat forwards. One of the harpoons had a long rope attached, this was the one Leon was holding.

A monstrosity erupted from the sea in front of them.
Long, serpentine, a dull, of blue colour.
"It's a Gyrados… a weird one…" commented Jolt in a low voice.
"That's great, how do I kill it?" shouted Leon as the creature charged furiously at them.
"With a normal sized one? You don't. You run for your life."
"Well, fuck." said Leon.

He threw the harpoon.

It struck the creature in the mouth, closely followed by a lightning blast that followed the harpoon.
The creature roared, turning and swimming away-dragging them along.

Bullets began to strike it from above. Three kinds, they were very distinct. Shrill, small rounds that all but bounced from its armour. Handgun rounds.
Even shriller rounds that came almost endlessly, scoring deep wounds.
Louder rounds, striking with a thump, and exploding moments later.

The latter two were probably the Flygon's weapons.
Some pair of insanely modified magnums. One rapid fire and one high explosive.

His pokemon was better armed than he was.

He suddenly noticed something.

There was a pile of rubble floating in front of him.
"Shit." he said, before hitting it.

Both he and Jolt were catapulted into the water, bleeding from a dozen small wounds.
He groaned, and shouted.
"Swim!" to Jolt, before furiously doing so himself.

He got to the boat before the mutant Gyrados did, pulling Jolt in as well.

The pokemon erupted from the water, catching the tail of the spikes in its mouth.

Leon just had time to complain to himself before they were dragged after it again.

All this time, those above had been shooting it, occasionally aided by a jolt of lightning or a harpoon.

It turned, snapping the rope and diving.

"Fuck." said Leon.

A roaring noise from behind him.

He turned quickly, seeing the creature tearing through the water for him.

A constant rain of bullets fell on it from above.

But it kept going.

"Fuck this!" shouted Leon, scrabbling for a grenade, removing the pin, and throwing it.

The grenade landed in the Gyrados' mouth.

Seconds passed.

Thoom.

* * *

"You're smarter than you look." said Jolt as they reached the other side of the lake.
"Yeah… thanks." said Leon, stifling a yawn.

"You're tired." said Dub.
"No, no." said Leon, before yawning again.
"When did you last sleep?" he asked.
"This time yesterday…" he said.
"Sleep." commanded the Pikachu.
"But what about-"
"Do it."

* * *

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