Chapter 2: A Pit Stop (Leon)


It had started to rain, raindrops beating against the windshield of the jeep as it flew down the long road leading into Raccoon City's central street. The last couple of hours had been lost in a blur as he hadn't seen many cars, leaving him to fall into his thoughts, nothing but darkness on either side of the road. He knew that this spontaneous decision to go to Raccoon City had been mainly caused by his Girlfriend's random breakup. He had needed time to think and finding out what the radio silence was all about was his way of ignoring the sinking feeling he had.

The gas meter showed he was nearly empty, he would be needing a pit stop soon. In the distance, he could see the tell-tell lights of Raccoon City, glistening in the heavy rain. And a bit closer was the lit up sign of a gas station.

Great, perfect timing.

Pulling over he stepped out of the jeep and gripped the gas pump. While he filled up the jeep's tank, he noticed something odd; a lone police cruiser, the headlights beaming, and the door wide open with no one in sight.

Hmm... No one's around?

He pulled the gas pump out of the jeep and placed it back in its holder. He started heading inside to pay for the gas when he heard the sound of glass breaking. The inside's lights were off and something sticky squished under his feet. Glancing down he recognized the dark red liquid.

What the...?!

Pushing the gas station's door ajar, his boot collided against a small metal flashlight, brightly illuminating the aisle it was facing. Picking it up, he heard the sounds of panting as if in pain. Walking further into the building, he saw the store clerk was nowhere in sight.

"Hello? Is anybody here?"

A groan in the corner of the room answered him. Rushing toward the sound, the sight of a plump man laying against the wall on the floor holding his hand against his neck in an attempt to stop the flowing blood between his fingers met his eyes.

"Are you okay?!" Racing to his side, Leon crouched down beside him. "That looks bad..." He muttered to himself. "What happened?"

The man shakily pointed toward the doorway next to him. Standing up, Leon shined his light at the pitch black hallway. "I'll check it out." Pulling out his issued handgun, 'Matilda' he had named her, he slowly approached the doorway.

The hall narrowly stretched on until it ended with another door partly open, several boxes littering the hallway. The sounds of struggling could be heard from beyond it. Carefully, Leon crept down the hall until he was right outside the door. The sound of a door slamming closed met his ears; spinning around he found the door leading out to be closed.

Hey, what the hell?!

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he slowly creaked the door ajar. A man in a sheriff uniform was holding another man's arms above his head, attempting to put handcuffs on him. "Ah, stop struggling!"

"Excuse me, sir, do you need some help?" Leon asked, lowering his handgun.

The man turned, startled, and raised one of his hands off the struggling man, toward Leon. "Stay back, sir, I've got this under control!" The man who had been resisting arrest swiftly slammed against the sheriff.

Pinning him to the floor the man surged down and bit deep into his neck. The sheriff screamed and kicked against the man forcibly holding him down as he slowly ripped a chunk of flesh off of the bone.

The sheriff soon stopped his struggling and just lied on the floor, the man happily chewing on the chunk of human flesh between his teeth.

Backing away, Leon ran back down the hall slamming against the closed door. Turning the handle he found it locked. "What the fuck?! Open the door!" Behind him, the man stood up and started making his way toward the terrified cop. He raised his gun again and stood his ground. "I'm warning you! Stay right where you are!"

The man continued to approach, stagging all the way like a drunkard.

Only a few feet in front of him, Leon pressed his finger tightly on the trigger, a gunshot reverberating down the narrow hall. It hit the man square in the chest, but he didn't seem even affected. He just kept shambling closer and closer, making strange gurgling noises as he did, blood smeared all down his mouth and chin from the sheriff's corpse.

"Wha... What?!"

panicking, Leon picked up one of the heavy boxes littering the floor and tossed it at the inhuman creature. It staggered the man, giving Leon enough time to quickly brush past as he looked for a different way out.

A door leading behind the register was to his right, but it was locked. Searching around, he spotted a key dangling from its casing, shining in the light's beam. Snatching it from the open case, he unlocked the door just in time for the man to turn the corner.

Running through the now unlocked door, he hopped the counter and ran toward the plumb cashier, still on the floor. "Come on, we gotta get out of here!" Trying to lift the man up, he noticed how cold his skin felt against his hand. The man raised his head and milky, glossed over eyes bore into his own. A screech was the only warning before the clerk attempted to bite the hand lifting him up. Dropping him back down, Leon ran past him, heading for the gas station's door.

Another one of the creatures jumped out from behind an aisle, latching onto his foot. Kicking it's grip off, he was almost at the door when a figure blocked his way. Raising his gun once again, he was met with a young woman around her early twenties standing in the doorway, a look of horror on her face. "Wait, don't shoot!"

He began to lower the gun until he saw another zombie behind the girl. "Get down!" She did as she was instructed and a second later, a thud was heard as the corpse fell to the ground.

The girl glanced behind her and stood up. "Thanks..." she said, as she raised a handgun of her own. Ahead of them, more zombies began to cover the parking lot, each of them groaning, gurgling and screeching as they set their eyes on the two living people in front of them.

"You can thank me later..." He glanced toward his jeep only to find it surrounded. The police cruiser caught his eye, it's open doors beckoning him.

"Come on!" He sprinted toward the car, the girl doing the same. They each took a seat and Leon reversed the car, running over some zombies in the process. "Hold on!" He hit the gas and the car flew down the highway toward the city only a few miles further up.

Several minutes passed in silence before the girl in the passenger seat spoke up. "What the hell's going on?!"

"No idea, I suppose they'll have answers at the police station." He turned on the car's radio but was only met with static. "Shit, the radio's out." He put the radio back in its place and focused again on the road.

"Wait, you're a cop?" The girl asked, staring at him.

"Yeah, first day on the job. Lucky, huh?"

The girl snorted. "Talk about a shitty first day..."

A few more minutes of silence. "Name's Leon Kennedy..."

"I'm Claire... Claire Redfield..."

"Are you a resident of Raccoon City?" He glanced over at the girl. Now that things had calmed down somewhat, he noticed how very attractive she was. Bright red hair in a ponytail, complemented by her bright blue eyes.

"No, I just got here. I'm looking for my brother, he's a cop too." She watched as the city lights got closer and closer, the first few buildings started to surround them.

"Well, it's a good thing we found each other..."

They drove a few more minutes before their route was blocked by several cars and trucks crashed together, blocking the road. Parking the car, Leon looked over at the girl. "Well, it looks like we're walking from here."

Staring out the window she turned back to face him. "More like running..."

Looking outside the window, he could see a group of zombies eating a fresh corpse of a woman. "Yeah, good call." Upon those words leaving his mouth, a group of zombies lurched forward grabbing onto the car.

"Leon, we've got to back up!"

"I'm on it!"

Switching the car's gear, he began to reverse when he saw something rushing toward them down the road; a large semi-truck raming other zombies out of the way, threatening to ram them.

"Leon!"

"I know!

He began to reverse faster, when the truck hit another semi behind them and flipped, the large tank of the truck hitting the back of the car, flipping it.

There was a pain and the world went black...


A/N: Okay, I'll be doing this story following each character per chapter. Example: This is Leon1. Next will be Claire1. After that will be Leon2. Follow me?

So, I decided to do this story after playing all four possible scenarios in the RE2remale, only to find that they are VERY inconsistent. Even the original game had more consistency. So this will be my way of "fixing it". Bosses Claire fights won't be fought again by Leon. And vice versa. Puzzles Leon does will already be done for Claire. And vice versa.

Little things like that can go a long way. I'll probably start on Claire1 tomorrow. If you're enjoying this story so far, please hit that follow button! And please consider dropping a review on your way out. It lets me know how I'm doing.