Chapter 4
The Mexicans
Leon hit the water first. There was no problem with his parashoot. From where he was he could see land. He made sure that it was Europe because it was the direction the plane was flying in. He didn't see Claire and right when he landed the plane blew up. " Chris didn't make it." Then there was a splashing sound. Leon looked behind him and saw Claire. "Claire!"
Claire started swimming towards him. "Chris, where is he?" There was a piece of wood and they each hung onto it.
"I don't think~"
"Shut up. He made it I know he did. He must have," as she said that she looked back at the burning plane.
"C'mon we gotta keep swimming." So far so good. She has mentioned that word. They kept kicking and soon they saw a boat. "Hey Hey!! Over here!" Nobody seemed to even look at them. Leon took out his gun and fired it at the sky. The people then looked over towards them. "Hey c'mon over here!!" Someone seemed to wave towards them.
"They see us," said Claire in relief. She was so tired and cold from swimming. Soon they were on the boat drying off.
"Thank you for saving us." The people that had saved them were dark. As if, mexican.
"You're welcome." They were drying themselves off when someone came out onto the deck. He looked about twenty and was also mexican. He came with a shotgun.
"Pablo no trouble at all. Go back inside."
'Pablo' looked at them. He didn't look trusting. He went back into the bridge and when he turned around there was a symbol of Umbrella. Both of them had saw it. They were probably going to eventually kill them, but they didn't know when and they hoped it was later.
"So, what ocean are we on?" said Leon.
"Atlantic," said a mexican.
"Where are we sailing to?" asked Claire.
"Europe," said a different mexican.
Leon and Claire looked at each other. Then Leon spoke up. "How long do you think this will take?"
"Tomorrow."
"Oh okay. Where will we be staying?"
"Oh. You'll be there by tonite. No need to stay for sleeping."
Leon was almost dry when he started walking to the lower level. " hey no va abajo de allí" but Leon didn't understand the man so he kept walking. The man was then screaming at him and Leon didn't even notice. So Claire got up and pushed the Mexican out of the way and started walking down the stairs.
The Mexican was on the ground and looked up. He hit the deck hard. Then he cursed the worst thing he could think of. "Puta modre." He then took out a radio. "We've got intruders. They are going to stop Umbrella and they are onto us. They must be stopped."
The Mexicans
Leon hit the water first. There was no problem with his parashoot. From where he was he could see land. He made sure that it was Europe because it was the direction the plane was flying in. He didn't see Claire and right when he landed the plane blew up. " Chris didn't make it." Then there was a splashing sound. Leon looked behind him and saw Claire. "Claire!"
Claire started swimming towards him. "Chris, where is he?" There was a piece of wood and they each hung onto it.
"I don't think~"
"Shut up. He made it I know he did. He must have," as she said that she looked back at the burning plane.
"C'mon we gotta keep swimming." So far so good. She has mentioned that word. They kept kicking and soon they saw a boat. "Hey Hey!! Over here!" Nobody seemed to even look at them. Leon took out his gun and fired it at the sky. The people then looked over towards them. "Hey c'mon over here!!" Someone seemed to wave towards them.
"They see us," said Claire in relief. She was so tired and cold from swimming. Soon they were on the boat drying off.
"Thank you for saving us." The people that had saved them were dark. As if, mexican.
"You're welcome." They were drying themselves off when someone came out onto the deck. He looked about twenty and was also mexican. He came with a shotgun.
"Pablo no trouble at all. Go back inside."
'Pablo' looked at them. He didn't look trusting. He went back into the bridge and when he turned around there was a symbol of Umbrella. Both of them had saw it. They were probably going to eventually kill them, but they didn't know when and they hoped it was later.
"So, what ocean are we on?" said Leon.
"Atlantic," said a mexican.
"Where are we sailing to?" asked Claire.
"Europe," said a different mexican.
Leon and Claire looked at each other. Then Leon spoke up. "How long do you think this will take?"
"Tomorrow."
"Oh okay. Where will we be staying?"
"Oh. You'll be there by tonite. No need to stay for sleeping."
Leon was almost dry when he started walking to the lower level. " hey no va abajo de allí" but Leon didn't understand the man so he kept walking. The man was then screaming at him and Leon didn't even notice. So Claire got up and pushed the Mexican out of the way and started walking down the stairs.
The Mexican was on the ground and looked up. He hit the deck hard. Then he cursed the worst thing he could think of. "Puta modre." He then took out a radio. "We've got intruders. They are going to stop Umbrella and they are onto us. They must be stopped."