Leon directed his attention to the second. He tried to cock the weapon, but it had jammed! He used the shotgun's butt as a club and smashed the second one in the face with it. He felt triumphant as the skull of the zombie gave in from the butt of the shotgun.
The zombie was totally unaffected. The blow had reduced the thing's face to mush, it's jaw broken and hanging down to the side. Leon risked a glance down at the action to see what had jammed the weapon. A shotshell had not completely cleared the chamber before he had tried to close the bolt. He backed off and then cleared the jam. He brought the shotgun to bear and pulled the trigger. The BBs impacted on the thing and blew it backwards, gouging whole chunks of flesh out of the zombie. Leon quickly chambered another round and fired. This time the zombie was barely three feet away and the round punched a hole clean through the torso.
The zombie let out a strangled mewling sound and then went down. Leon kicked the body and then moved on.
He went into the first door he saw up here and came to a small room. It looked like a clocktower, he though. Hundreds of gears and wires ran the clock that was outside of the station. There didn't seem to be anything useful up here so he turned to leave. That's when he saw the key. It was hanging on a hook next to the door. On the end was a number etched into the metal. He picked it up and put it in a pocket. Then he turned and walked out of the room.
His boots echoed as they hit the tile floor. He walked over to a red device that was on the railing overlooking the ground below. He flipped a switch on it and an aluminum ladder fell out of the bottom and hit the ground below with a metallic bang.
Leon climbed down it to save time and avoid running into any more monsters or zombies. As his boots hit the bottom he checked the ammo situation in his shotgun, he had three rounds left, he still had a couple clips left for his pistols.
He walked past the statue of the angle and walked to the side of the wall. He opened the door that was there and stepped in. This was the portion of the station that looked like an actual police station. There were some leather benches and a few soda machines. There was also a small window in the wall that was looking into the evidence office. There were also three zombies.
Three shells for three zombies, thought Leon and let fly into the cluster of former humans. He expended his three shells and tossed aside the useless shotgun going for the .45 holstered at his side. The last one stumbled over to him, unaware of any danger as Leon raised the pistol and let two rounds fly into the things face. The heavy .45 bullet went into its head like a brick through water, splattering the thing's brains from here across the room.
Leon stepped over the zombie corpses and used the butt of the now empty shotgun to smash open the face of the coke machine and pull out a bottle of coke. He put a thought of the red liquid that Jill had given him into the coke. The red liquid floated in the coke and then disappeared, meaning the liquid was safe. He guzzled the coke down as quickly as possible.
Using the liquid had made him think of Jill. For the thousandth time, he wondered what she had saw or had happened that had made her drop the hammer on herself. His eyes filled with tears when he thought of her limp form and her facial features smashed by the 9mm round.
He cleared his eyes of tears and then looked for the door to the evidence room. He found it and tried to turn the knob. The door was locked. He fired three rounds into the handle and then kicked the door open the rest of the way. He stepped into the room and looked around. Racks of old evidence that was tagged and bagged lined the walls. Leon was looking for a new weapon. The shotgun was dry and he needed a new heavy weapon.
He found what he was looking for on the third rack. There was an AR-15 assault rifle. He looked at the tag and found that it had been stolen from a police arms van a few months back and the seized as part of a drug raid.
Leon ripped open the plastic bag that was around the weapon and slid it out. There were two clips in the bag with the AR-15. Leon stuffed one clip in the gun and then slipped the two extras in his pocket then went hunting for more clips and ammunition.
He found one extra clip and a few boxes of ammo in the evidence room, but it looked like he would have to find an arms locker before he could get any more clips. He took the AR-15 and stuffed the clips in his pockets before running out of the evidence room
He stepped into the hall that ran out of the police room. As he walked further back into the station, his surroundings became more dilapidated the further he went. Finally he came to a wooden door that was rotted along the bottom. Leon unlocked it with the key he had found in the clock room. As he opened the door he felt the more humid environment wash over him. He tested the air, humid with a strong smell of decay. Leon swallowed and stepped into the room.
The room was made primarily of wood. It had several shelves surrounding a bed. There were several shell casings scattered on the floor. Leon snapped a loaded clip into the AR-15 and snapped the T-bolt back. He stepped forward and turned the corner. There was a hallway that led into the darkness. Spilled into the center of the hallway was a large pool of blood. Leon knelt beside it and looked it at closely. The blood was extremely dark, signifying that it had been here long enough to oxidize and turn dark. It was also very viscous. The blood was old, but it hadn't been here long enough to dry totally.
Leon moved down the hallway, he was forced to step into the blood to move further down the hallway. He grimaced as he felt his boots sink slightly into the disgusting fluid. As he stepped out of the pool, he left bloody footprints down the hallway.
He finally came to a large metallic door that seemed to lead out of the police station. He tried to open the door, but the handle would not give. Above the handle were several metal buttons with numbers next to them.
Leon snapped the fire selector to single and lifted the rifle to his shoulder. He fired the first round, striking the keypad. The second round hit the point at which he estimated where the lock was, and the third hit the handle itself.
He kicked the door, sending it back into the room. The room on the other side of the door was a large parking structure. Leon held his AR-15 up and stepped into the parking garage. There were several police cars in the structure. Leon checked each one, most had been smashed into by other cars, and the exit was blocked by a three car pile-up.
He located a door that was on the opposite wall from where he was standing and he moved to it. The handle turned easily and he opened it into a small entry like room. He was about to step in when he caught the sound of someone whimpering. He lifted his AR-15 and scanned the parkade looking for where the sound had come from. He heard it again, this time it seemed to be under one of the vans that were in the far corner.
He slowly walked over to them and scanned them with his eyes. He then knelt down and looked under them, coming face to face with the only normal human he had seen since Jill.
She gasped and pulled away. "Stop, I'm a human!" cried Leon.
That brought her to a stop. She looked at him for a moment and then reached out to him. He grabbed her hand and helped her up. She then pulled him into a hug with her. He hugged her back, even though he didn't know her name at all, nor anything about the woman, but it was one of those times where they had to bond, probably because they were the only living humans either of them had seen since coming to this cursed city.
Leon pulled away and said, "By the way, my name is Leon Kennedy."
The woman looked at him and said, "Mine is Claire Redfield." She kind of unsurely stuck out her hand. Leon gripped it and shook it.
She looked at his uniform. "You're a Cop?" she asked as if she didn't belief it.
"Yeah, why? You seem kind of surprised." He said, slinging the AR-15 around his back.
"Well, the last Cop I saw didn't have a head."
Leon looked at her funny. "Well Claire, It looks like our first order of business is to procure a vehicle. Did you happen to see any with keys?"
Claire shook her head. "I didn't see any, but I wasn't really looking either."
Leon nodded and took a look around. They moved around until they found a vehicle that had keys in it. A Ford Explorer of which the door had been left open and the gnawed remains of its driver were spilled along the door.
Leon checked the vehicle for keys, which were there. He pulled the remains of the driver out of the doorway and climbed in. He waved for Claire to join him. "Come on!" He called out to her.
She gave the corpse on the ground a bad look and then using the longest possible route around the carcass, she came to the passenger side and got in. He slammed his door shut and fired up the engine, which had barely started because of the drain from the lights that came on when the door was opened. He let the powerful engine run for several minutes before shifting the gears and driving around to find a way out of the parkade.
They found one and soon they were on the open roads of Raccoon City. Leon reached down onto his belt and pulled out the Berretta 92-F and handed it to Claire, butt-first. "You might just need this." He told her.
She swallowed deeply and accepted the handgun from him.
They left the city and continued out into the country. Leon looked at the gas gauge as they drove along. It was at an eighth of a tank. He pulled out a road map and found the closest gas station. It would be tough to reach it, but it was their only choice.
He made it, barely. The gas station was a small out of the way setup off a country road. Leon pulled off the road and next to one of the pumps. He shook Claire slightly to get her to wake up. She came to with a start and looked around at where they were. "Where are we Leon?" She asked, still half asleep.
"Were just here for gas" He wiped a stray piece of hair off her face with a free hand.