There were three of them. Wesker had clearly not paid as close attention to the… upkeep of the dogs as he had to his soldier zombies. The dogs were all in varying stages of decay, with gelatinous, misshapen eyeballs, and chunks of flesh missing here and there. They growled hungrily, baring their yellowed teeth.

Leon noticed that close to where he and Buffy were standing, there was a tray on the lab counter with some surgical implements. He grabbed a long, serrated knife and what looked to be a cleaver – God, what did they do with that? – and offered one to Buffy. She took the cleaver.

Okay, Leon, shake it off. Gotta concentrate, he thought. It's just that he was so… hot… and his skin itched, as if he was covered with bugs—

At that moment, the dogs leapt at them. Buffy stepped forward, kicking one of them in the head in mid-leap. She did a roundhouse kick and knocked the second one out. Leon had the third one to himself so he slashed at it with his knife, nearly slicing off the lower jaw. The dogs flew backwards as they were hit, skidding along the floor with yelps. As the dogs were still on the floor, Leon and Buffy ran to them, using their knives to slice the dogs' throats. But one dog had time to right itself, and it sprang onto Buffy as she turned from the dog she had just killed.

"Agghhh!" Buffy cried out as she fell to the floor. She was holding the dog away from her, as it snapped at her face. Her arm, unfortunately, was too close to the dog's mouth, and the animal bit down on her forearm. Buffy let out a cry of pain. Using her other hand, she managed to pry the dog's jaw open and off her arm. Weakened, she couldn't struggle much more. Leon ran over to her, grabbed the dog by the head and with a violent motion, snapped the dog's neck. There was a very satisfying crack as the neck was broken.

Leon knelt next to Buffy, who was still lying on the floor. "Buffy, are you okay?"

She had her eyes closed, and she was wincing in pain. "Yeah… I think… I'm okay. Just, ow, ow, my arms really hurts… and I've got zombie dog saliva all over me."

Her arm was a mess. There were at least six deep puncture wounds from where the dog's teeth had penetrated. Blood was pouring from the wounds. Leon looked around the room. There was nothing he could use as a tourniquet. Even the damned wetsuit he was wearing was useless.

"There's nothing around here I can use to bind your arm. Can you stand up?" he asked.

Buffy nodded, weakly. She got her legs under herself and Leon helped her to stand.

Though she was clearly still in a lot of pain, she said forcefully, "Okay, we can't stand around here all day. We need to find that antivirus."

Leon nodded. Unfortunately, the adrenaline from the fight with the dogs hadn't lasted long. Sweat was now pouring from his skin. He would have gladly laid down right there but what terrified him into action was the feeling he got when he looked at the dead dogs on the floor.

Hunger.

He swallowed.

"Let's go," he said.

Leon and Buffy stepped over the dogs on their way out. They entered the next room. It looked to be an office area. Not the likely place for them to find the antivirus, but there was a much-appreciated lack of dead things to fight. On one of the desks, there was a potted plant. Leon went over to it, picked a leaf, and smelled it. Smiled. Ah, this would be helpful. He handed the leaf to Buffy.

"Here, chew this. This plant has healing properties. It will help your arm heal faster."

Buffy eyed the leaf dubiously. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I've used it myself."

Buffy took the leaf from his hand, then delicately put it in her mouth. She chewed it, then swallowed. Shook her head a little, and made a "guh" sound. "Tastes like parsley."

"Trust me, it'll help with the pain."

They walked to the door, which was a normal door with a knob. Hopefully, this door would lead them back into the main room that they had entered from the sewer.

It did.

Right into the waiting arms of Dr. Wesker, who stood in the center of the room, sans glasses, yellow eyes narrowed menacingly. Gary was by his side, holding a shotgun. There were also about ten more soldier zombies. However, unlike the zombies they had dealt with in the other room, these must have been… prototypes of some kind. Chunks of flesh had fallen off of most of them, baring layers of decaying meat. Some of them had had arms or legs crudely reattached. Many of the zombies were making guttural moans as they looked at Leon and Buffy, as if they were starved for flesh. It was not a good sound.

Then Leon realized something. As he looked at Gary, he thought, Hey… that's MY shotgun.

Okay. Now he was pissed.