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I was cleaning off my knives and swords when I remembered I had half of this chapter already done.
Werewolf sniffed tiredly, face buried within her hands. Her hat and glasses sat upon the table near the bed. Krauser had had her running around and training all day for running off without consulting him first and now she was exhausted. At one point she could swear to God he was toying with her by actually taking a second guess at her real name during this training session (which was wrong, with his guess being Kennedy). It was all she could due to stay awake.
"Why am I being forced to share a bed with you again?" she grumbled tiredly, dropping her hands to her lap and blinking up at Krauser. Its wasn't that she minded, it was just a rather odd thing to do, after all.
"So I can make sure you don't run off in the middle of the night," Werewolf opened her mouth to retort. "I know you're insomniac."
"Damn... Okay, but if rumors that you got in my pants spread at Umbrella I didn't do it." Krauser turned, giving the woman an amused smirk, brow raised. She began chuckling and shook her head. "I can't even say that with a straight face. I give up." She flopped down on the bed as Krauser rolled his eyes and pulled off his shirt. He had always been one to sleep shirtless after all, of course this caused Werewolf to perk right up and sit attentively, chin in hand and staring straight at his torso, grin in place once again.
And it was at this position that she got caught in the act.
"Enjoying the view?" Krauser taunts, smirking down at the woman. She never moved her eyes from his chest.
"You should do a little dance for me," she demonstrated this wish by performing one of her own. Krauser merely threw his shirt at her. She grunted pulling it off, frustrated look upon her face at this point. "I can't have nothin'!"
Leon gasped, awakening from the nightmare he had just had. He remained tensed upon the wooden floor of the cabin he had passed out in earlier for several long minutes, gathering his bearings and realizing he was in fact awake, and whatever was happening to him had not yet taken control yet. He pushed himself up before taking the radio from his belt to contact Hunnigun. No doubt she would be worried if not angry at him. Than again she hadn't just fought a mutated lake monster, either, so he figured it was fair - in a petty sort of way.
"Hunnigun, come in."
"Leon! What happened? You've been off the air for six hours!" she chastised lightly as the video feed displayed her face to him. "I was starting to get worried!"
"Don't you mean lonely?" Leon jokes, though he didn't pause long enough to get a reaction. "I started to feel dizzy and I must've passed out."
"Maybe that has some connection to what the village chief was talking about..."
"I dunno. But I'm alright now. So I'm going to continue my mission."
The sound of rain pelting the sides of the cabin filled his hearing as their transmission ended and he tucked the radio away once again. He rooted around the cabin for any supplies that he could bring with him. During his run around the village he had noticed the infected had a lot of good supplies that they didn't use, and had taken to rooting around each area for any goodies he may find. In this case he found a box full of hand gun ammo and he stopped long enough to fill up the two empty handgun clips attached to his belt for easy reload. The rest he tucked into a pouch for later before he moved outside slowly, not sure of what he would find ahead.
In fact the first enemy he found was shuffling towards him, slowly, unlike the others who would be wielding a make-shift weapon or rushing at him. Leon aimed his pistol up at the man. He grunted before his head exploded in a shroud of blood and goo before what looked like red-fleshy tentacles and a single eye erupted from the blood stump that was his neck. The disfigured man continued to shuffle to him as a particularly long tentacle emerged, a large serrated blade at the end.
"Just what have I gotten myself into...?" Leon groans to himself as he begins frantically pumping the new enemy with lead, not willing to let it get any closer than he had to let it.
"Well, this is boring," the man's voice announces to his partner. She giggled at him.
"Well then, why don't you interfere first this time around, hmm?"
"I may just take you up on that offer..." he grunted in irritation.
Instead of anything interesting happening with the woman they had dragged into this realm, she was sleeping with her partner. He was snoring and she was huggling a rather large chunk of the blanket to her chest and drooling. This had not been what he had wanted to see when they had made the bet, after all.
Leon pulled the rifle from over his shoulder and used the scope attached to it to survey the area below. He had followed the rushing river down to this area, and had even nearly slipped in at one point when he had to hop across a rather lengthy gap to move ahead. He didn't even know if he was going in the right direction to save Ashley anymore.
Down below he spotted one enemy in what looked like a look out station for before this whole mishap had happened to these people. Leon didn't hesitate to shoot, he could see the weapon in the man's hands. Clearly they were expecting him.
Which meant he was going in the right direction. Leon had no doubts that these people, infected with whatever it was this time around, were too dumbed down with it to make it any less obvious that he was going in the right direction. So whatever he needed to open those church doors he had run across earlier was no doubt somewhere around here...
Seeing no other threats Leon slung the rifle back over his shoulder and took a hold of the rope that was left and grappled down rather easily. It was something he had been good at back in training and he was glad for it now, else he might've fumbled and fallen to his potential death...
Werewolf blinked drowsily, everything blurry around her. She assumed she had sleep walked, though she had never done so before and why she would now completely stumped her; though she didn't really try to figure out why she had sleep walked this time around. She didn't have her glasses or her favored hat, but she did have her coat on and Matilda and Marissa. She squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds before looking around her again in the middle of the night.
She had somehow ended up in one of the spare boats used to get to and from the island.
And while she finally decided she would use this chance to go through with her earlier plan she still drowsily whined; "I don't understand!"
Never the less she still started up the boat, glancing around her in paranoia, wondering if anyone around had heard and would rat her out or come chase her down. Of course it was hard to see without the use of her glasses, so any small movement caused her to grow tense and aim one of her pistols in the direction while she maneuvered the boat backwards and around to face the mainland. Only then did she holster Marissa and begin to fully focus on getting to the mainland.
The one good thing of the ride was that the wind and cool water and night time air managed to wake her up and make her more alert. Werewolf also did love to go fast, so that was always a bonus as well. Once she hit the mainland, she voiced the problem she had thought of on her way here;
"Where'd that boy get off to now?"
She didn't stop to ponder this however, choosing to wing it. If she found him, awesome, if not oh well, she had tried. Not that that plan or line of thinking was intelligent but it was better than nothing. And so she began to wander off in search of the government agent, not knowing where he was at all.
"That was a dirty move," huffed the woman's voice, though Werewolf didn't hear it as the two were strictly speaking to themselves and merely observing as of the moment.
"That is why it is called 'interfering.' Besides, things will be more interesting if she can't see clearly, don't you think?" He didn't receive a reply and if the two were humans one would assume the female would be glaring at this point in time. "Besides now that I have intervened you get to do so with a free pass. Those are the rules, as much as I hate to admit them."
"But of course! And I know just how I'm going to help my player in this game," came the considerably brighter reply.
Tidbits Corner: Yes, my nameless beings are real dicks, if you haven't noticed.
And no, I am not happy that this chapter ended up short, too, but we'll all live. Once again let me know what you liked or what you didn't like!