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It seemed like night under those trees, even with the dim light of the sun in the pale clouds. Every step that Leon took was carefully made, fearing that his next moment would trap him in a deadly situation. He dreaded seeing those villagers again. He didn't know if he could outlast a whole army of them if the rest were like the ones before. Who knows, Leon thought to himself; maybe it will get easier.

He heard rustling in the trees. He cocked his gun in position at a sudden jump to readiness, fearing that some other evil was creeping up on him. Nothing but trees stood where his gun was pointed at. He feared it anyways, even if it was nothing. He wondered if his eyes and ears were playing with him. Was there something behind the trees? Leon question himself, bent on whether reality or fantasy was playing at him like a trick from the darkness. But no matter what, as long as he had his gun loaded, he felt that nothing could get between that and himself.

More and every yard he drew closer to the light ahead of him. Every yard gained he could see what lay beyond. It felt almost like being under a tunnel, that with every yard his destination would be clearer. Yet he dreaded it. He partly wished he didn't have to go on.

Sure enough, he was more close to the light than before, and his destination was quite clear. As soon as he was standing at the opening, many huts and cabins were scattered all over the place ahead, ordered like a small village. Smoke came softly out of their chimneys, bringing upon the air a foul smell of burning… skin. Leon didn't really know what to make of it, other than to describe it as that. No wood could let out such a fowl smell.

Then there was a greater smoke drifting from the center of the village as far as Leon could see. Apparently, a big wood burning of the sorts was going on in that village. To check it out, Leon slowly crept towards it like a patient serpent, biding its time and keeping out of sight. He could hear voices, now, every time he was coming closer to the village. He tip-toed his way to the nearest tree a yard away from the closest cabin, and hiding partly behind it with his head poking round the trunk, he pulled out his electro binoculars and scoped the scene. In front of his eyes, the diameter and distance was shortened and his scope went high; he could see more of those villagers, walking about and tending to their daily lives. He saw a carpenter working on a coffin, built like the vampiric coffins, making the hands cross the chest if one were to lay in it. He saw another villager piling hay onto a hay cart on the other side of the village center. A woman was carrying a basket and picking weeds coming out of the earth.

Then his eyes came upon the source of the big smoke. He guessed partly right, however. He could see clearly that old wood was being burned to ashes, but he soon discovered the source of the foul smell as well. The body of a man hung from a wooden post over the fire and was set ablaze. He was mangled and beaten, and from the looks he was slit by the neck.

What troubled Leon most about that was that none of the villagers seemed to pay any mind to the dead man hanging over the fire.

"Who on earth would do such a thing?" he asked to himself.

Then he remembered that which he dreaded; was that he had to walk into that village. But would he have to go noticed? There was no way in Leon's mind that he was going there saying, 'Hi, I'm Leon Kennedy, and I'm an agent from the U.S.A. sent to find the President's Daughter. She has been reported to have been taken to these parts; can you help me find her?' and get a good response. They would sooner impale him than answer him, so he thought. Not one villager in that place even noticed the dead man; or frankly did not care.

Well, there can't be any backing out of this one. Besides, luck may be on my side.

Carefully he moved to the left of the tree off of the road to sneak undetected; the cover of the trees would do him good, and he could sneak around the village behind the cabins and huts. It would work this way.

He had already made it halfway down the path to the nearest hut when he heard a shout. It was one of the villagers! He'd been caught!

He quickly hid by cover of a bush with his gun ready for action; looking everywhere to see where they were going to come at him. However, he saw nothing different. He looked a bit wider, letting his guard down a bit, to see clearer. Then he realized; the shout wasn't directed to him. It was over something else, from the sound of it. It had nothing to do with him.

Leon sighed in relief. Then he slowly began making his way towards the village from behind the trees again; he had let his guard down, and he though the coast was clear. He didn't see any villager, nor did he think he was going to get caught. He felt as though he was clearing the way easily. Then as he was nearing the end of the trees and the start of the backs of the cabins and huts, he began thinking it was too easy.

And then she stepped out from between the cabins and staring moving his way. The villager, an ugly, gnarled old woman with a bucket of water in her aged hand was walking to water the garden, which Leon just stepped on top of. When Leon realized this, he suddenly jumped off and had a guilty look on his face. The old woman simply stared at him.

"I'm… so sorry, señorita," he apologized; "I didn't see it standing there, I must have overlooked it."

The woman stared at him a while longer, before she moved towards the back of the hut. She rested the bucket of water on the ground… and then she reached for the weed-picker and hissed at Leon.

"Oh shit…" he cursed. He raised his gun up at her cautiously; the woman walked slow at first, and then her speed increased as she came closer to him, and then she swiped the weed-picker at his face.

He ducked and rolled out of the way just in time to dodge it, and then it came at him once again; he rolled just in time, and then he got back up and thrust his leg out and drove the woman flying back and against the cabin.

As soon as he began to walk away from the woman, he knew that the ear of any man nearby would have heard that. For as soon as he was backing away, he suddenly heard the shout of a man just down the way behind the huts. Leon looked to the gaps between the huts from behind, and saw the horrendous sight of the villagers shouting accusingly in his direction.

Oh shit; my worst fear…

Then he heard growls behind him; he looked behind and they were stalking him with pitchforks, sickles, hammers, and axes. He swore he saw a butcher among them with a bloodied knife in his hands. His lips were bloodied too, showing his ugly smile.

Then he looked the other way, and they were there too. God, I'm surrounded!

But then, a shine of hope was in his eyes as he looked to the cabin next door; it was two stories, and big enough to hide him. To get there was going to be a challenge. But then, he looked to the cabin he was behind, and there was a back door!

He kicked it right open, and suddenly was greeted by a villager thrusting a pole at him. It barely got him in the side as he turned his hips; then he pulled on the staff and threw the man out of the cabin. He jumped right in and closed the door. But as soon as he was heading for the front, the door was shattered by bare hands; a burly villager was among them with red eyes.

He didn't even bother with the front door. He ran to the window and then dove through it. He landed just perfectly, for he was on his feet immediately and running to the two-story cabin. He could see a pitch-fork wielding woman already running to him from the right. He aimed just as he was running and shot the woman by the shoulder. It caused her to stumble back a few steps, and enough time to get him farther away from her and closer to the cabin.

At the front was a fence; he quickly jumped over it and slammed into the door. The villagers were almost close behind him, cursing and ready to throw their pointed steel weapons at him. He quickly opened the door and closed it behind him. He began hear them knocking on the door with tremendous thuds. He leaned against it as soon as he noticed the doorknob turn. The force of the villagers was tough as they tried pushing the door open. Thankfully it wasn't going to work.

The doorknob was then let go. Leon noticed a big wooden drawer resting under the wooden-blocked window to the right of the door. Quickly, he ran to the other side and pushed it in front of the door. That would hold them for a while.

Then through the window he looked, and he could see them gathering around the cabin. He could see a round villager, as pale as he was bald, with a sickle in his hands ordering the villagers to surround the house (according to the Spanish he spoke). He could see them slamming their hands and weapons against the outside walls of the cabins, growling like hungry animals and snickering as though they trapped a hare.

Why are they doing this?

Suddenly, he heard the worst thing he could imagine coming from behind the crowd of unstoppable villagers. It was loud like a lion's growling, disturbing and horrifying. It rumbled and shook Leon's ears, and gave him the worst images of his death imaginable.

It was a loud motor. And from behind the crowds he saw a grotesque person covered with grime and hay, with his head covered by a potato sack and given two holes for the eyes. Behind them he saw red glows; and below them was a large gap for what appeared to be his mouth. It was like looking at the mouth of a wolf.

His body looked somewhat distorted by muscles and distress perhaps in his D.N.A. code. The monstrous villager had the source of the horrible noise in his two burly hands.

It was a chainsaw.

CRASH!

From upstairs, he heard the windows break open. Then he looked carefully out the blocked window again, and he could see that they had already gotten ladders up onto the cabin. It was no doubt that they were already climbing up. But Leon couldn't let them.

Leon immediately found the stairs in the back of the room, and just as he did he heard the door crash open. He saw the big burly villager again with the red eyes, and he had broken the door to pieces. Then he raised his hands up above the drawer, and with brute strength he crushed the drawer once. He raised them again to crush the drawer a second time.

By the time that was to happen, Leon was already going upstairs. Once up there, his attention went to the window on his left. The top of a ladder was poking through.

He rushed towards it with great haste, and he saw just in time that a villager was almost at the top. No matter; he pushed with his strength and the ladder and the villager crashed on top of a shed. Victory was his for that moment.

Then he heard the rumble of the chainsaw again. He looked in order down the staircase, and he already knew that monster was already coming. How was he going to endure this!

Something caught his eye over his left shoulder. It was a shotgun encased on the wall, with eight shells resting underneath it! Hope filled his heart. But he wasn't going to waste time.

With the butt of his handgun, he broke it open and quickly took the shotgun and its shells. Holstering his handgun, he opened the cartridge of the shotgun, and as he was loading it with the shells he was backing away from the staircase; the monster was already on its way. He could just see its horrible eyes wanting to see him sawed in two.

When one shell was in, the monster charged at the top of the staircase and came towards him with speed. Leon just stepped away in time to dodge the vertical saw strike. Then the monster raised its chainsaw to hack at his neck, but Leon knew that was coming already. Then with a duck, he placed the other shell inside the cartridge, and then locked it up. The monster shot a look down at him, only to see the nozzle of the shotgun.

"Choke on lead, you ugly motherfucker from hell!" Leon pulled the trigger, and the monster's head shot backwards along with its body, and the force of the shotgun caused it to fall back and out the window. Leon ran to the window to see if he had really defeated the monster. The monster's head was entirely covered in blood and almost off it's over. It seemed he did it done. The motor of the chainsaw had died.

But he was not finished. The villagers were now running up the stairs to avenge the monster. Leon ran away from the staircase top with his shotgun already reloaded. When the first villager came at the top, he held the shotgun in one hand and pulled out his handgun; the villager was knocked back as the shot came at its shoulder. But it did not fall and die. Another shot came at his leg, and he was still standing.

What does it take to kill these bastards! Leon thought to himself. Then he remembered how he dealt with the zombies, and soon he thought applying it to these villagers would work. It was worth a try; he was not going to be stopped by these insane people.

Leon pulled the trigger again, and the bullet went to the head this time. Apparently, the villager fell and did not come up again. This actually confused Leon. But as soon as the rest of the villagers started crowding the second level, the government agent did not think twice before breaking the window open and jumped out and onto the roof.

Once on the roof, he glared down at the gigantic crowd of villagers below him, shouting, cursing, and stalking at him. Almost like zombies. They raised their weapons in defiance and anger as they hoped to do the worst to him. Leon almost didn't see it, but several villagers had the same idea and were on the roofs of other cabins. They had their weapons ready to be tossed at Leon.

The first to come at him was a pitchfork, thrown much like a javelin at the Olympics. Only it wanted to dig into Leon instead of the ground a few hundred yards away, while Leon was more or less two yards away from the nearest villager on the other roof. But Leon was actually a precise aim, and had been specially trained to deal with small objects from afar with a pistol. He could see the pitchfork almost like it was sailing at him in slow motion. He held his handgun up, and with his special aim, he pulled the trigger upon seeing the head of the pitchfork.

The bullet caused the head of the pitchfork to flick upwards, with its butt end coming up and towards Leon. He thought he could use this to his advantage. He let go of the shotgun and quickly grabbed the pitchfork from thwacking him. Then generating the force of the pitchfork, he reversed it and let it sail back to the villager. It caught him in the chest and threw him off the roof.

Leon suddenly saw that sickles of great numbers, along with other pitchforks and even axes, were sailing towards him. It was like a house of a thousand daggers, or a swarm of killer bees.

Leon tried dodging them without getting hurt. But a sickle nearly scraped his shoulder, causing him to twitch in response, and an axe just nearly grazed his knee. Nothing could have caused him to jump off the roof, other than try and dodging the rest of the flying daggers.

He fell rather harshly on his knee, causing him to suddenly collapse and fall. He gasped in pain and quickly tried to get back on his feet. But then he felt the butt end of a wooden club smack him in the back. He was lucky the bat didn't crucially break him, but it did force him to fall to the ground. He writhed in pain for a small second, and just as he was ready to get up, he looked about him. All around him were villagers; men and women, even boys and girls, all had fatal weapons in their hands. He saw the burly man amongst them, now having a gigantic axe in his hands and great wrath in his eyes. The woman he saw earlier was the one who smacked in from the back with a wooden club. All the villagers stared at him, grasping their tools used as weapons of death.

Is this it? He asked in his mind. He couldn't get up, he could move at all. He was paralyzed with fear and failure. He would die either way if he moved or not. So he was not going to go down like a coward and not move at all.

He stood up and aimed at a villager; the bullet caught him in the nose and to the brain, killing him. Then he heard them move, and behind him he kicked a villager in the loins and then reached and broke the man's neck. But he didn't see the woman. She came and hit him in the shoulder, sending him to collapse once again. As soon as he was falling, the villagers were raising their weapons, and then with their monstrous screams they began to bring their weapons down upon Leon. This was indeed the end.

Or so it seemed:

DONNNNNG…

The sound obscured all the noise that came to Leon's ears. It was clearest and loudest of all. It stopped all the noise, and then there was silence. Leon had his eyes closed, so he expected he was now in heaven. But what would he see when he opened his eyes? Would it be heaven or hell? Or was he actually in Purgatory?

Slowly he let an eye drift open, and he found where he was: on the ground with the tips of a sickle, a pitchfork, and an axe just barely touching his cheek. The villagers glared at him, but they didn't go any further than where their weapons stopped.

DINNNNNNNGGG…

The sound came again. The villagers turned their heads to the east as though that was where the sound came from. Leon didn't want to move his face and cause attention to be drawn back to him.

DOOONNNNG…

It came again, and this time the villagers withdrew their weapons and faced eastwards. Their shoulders waved back and forth as though they were tired; and strange moans came out of their mouths, like they were tired and eager to sleep.

DIIIINNNNNG…!

It came again, and the villagers dropped their weapons. They slowly began to stalk eastwards. They didn't even acknowledge Leon any more. They were more drawn to the east. He slowly began to get back on his feet. But he was hesitant. He wondered if they were going to go after him again like before. But no; they just kept walking east.

The fat and bald villager he saw commanding the other villagers earlier walked past him, and out like a growl Leon heard him say a few words: "Lord Sadler calls..." and then he moved on with the rest of the mob, hulking and stalking like zombies. Leon couldn't understand them one bit. In fact, they practically scared him just by acting this way.

The villagers began walking east, away from the village, to some unknown territory that Leon did not want to see. More than ever, he was more relieved to see them go. After all, he only wanted to find out where Ashley was. And following his fear, he chose not to go where they were going.

Leon, meanwhile, tried to both gather himself after having survived the horror, and also try and grasp the idea of what the hell just happened. First, they were after him and ready to tear him to pieces of necessary to their bent minds. Second, they decided to attend mass on a Wednesday. Then third, Leon needed to find cover in case those villagers came back.

Then he remembered about that 'Hunnigan' or whatever, and he pulled out his radio and then looked around for cover. He quickly looked for cover behind the cabins and found it near a dumpster letting out a foul smell. He didn't care about it for the moment. He sat down on the uneven earth to hide, and he clicked the radio on.

"Kennedy, Kennedy calling," he said; "Hunnigan, can you read me?"

There was static for a short while, and then the woman's voice came on the radio.

"Kennedy! What's your status?" she asked.

Leon halted for a moment to gather himself again. He hadn't been crowded like that by enemies since Raccoon City. To survive that was like trying to survive a war all by himself. Then he spoke to the radio.

"I'm in the village. I just barely survived."

"Were the rest of the villagers the same?" she asked.

"Yes," replied Leon. "They all had the intent to murder me."

"How many were there? An entire village!" gasped Ingrid.

"From my opinion, it seemed like half a village, but enough to carve me up for their dinner specialty," said Leon. "One of them was monstrous and wanted to carve me up with his chainsaw."

"Good God…" gasped Ingrid. "What about Ashley? Have you found her yet?"

"No. I'm planning to go around the place, find supplies and perhaps hints to finding her," he said; "oh, by the way. I forgot to ask about this little gizmo Fuerto gave to me before I took off the airport at Valencia. It looks like a pad with buttons; when I press it, it shows a map. Is this some kind of Metal Gear radar thing?"

"No, but it works the same way," Ingrid said; "almost like how this radio works, only it doesn't have video conference. That pad you hold can show you satellite pictures of the area you're in direct from the satellite in space."

"Cool," Leon said; "now I feel like a bigger agent than before. You can call me Snake."

"Just find Ashley and don't waste time," Ingrid said, nervously.

Leon sighed. Then he began coughing terribly as he inhaled that terrible smell. "Roger—" cough, cough.

"Are you alright there?"

"Yeah… There's a bad smell coming from nearby." Leon finally smelt a bit more, and discovered it coming from the dumpster. Slowly he stood up and looked inside what it had. He nearly downright puked.

"What's wrong?" Ingrid asked.

Leon replied after a while later. "Bodies. Mutilated, and thrown into this dumpster I've been hiding behind for this transmission… Dear God, mercy upon their souls… I'm gonna look for Ashley and find her!"