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Chapter 11
Leon walked beside Sara down the short hall in B3. They'd found nothing yet on that floor, besides two more lickers and some kind of black skinned thing. "Where the hell do we go now?" Leon asked Sara, who was now the designated navigator.
She stopped as she pulled out the map and started at it for a few minutes. "Hell if I know."
Leon looked down and the map, then down the hallway. "Map's upside down." He smiled.
She looked down at the map, and then down the hallway just as Leon had. "Don't spoil my fun." She retorted, sticking out her tongue.
"Hey, don't stick that unless you're going to use it." He laughed.
"Don't worry I will." She smiled. "Y'know I—
She was cut off by someone calling Leon's name. Leon drew his magnum and, without looking or thinking; shot behind him. The loud boom echoed through the hallway.
"Holy shit!!" Someone yelled from behind them. "Hold your fire!"
Sara turned to him quickly. "Why'd you do that?" She asked with her hands on her hips.
"I thought it was someone else." He shrugged. "Who's there?" He yelled turning around.
"It's us man, settle down!" Someone with a Spanish accent called.
"Carlos?" Leon called back. "Is that you?"
"If I say yes will you promise not to fire again?" Carlos yelled.
"Sorry, I can't make any promises." Leon laughed.
Carlos, Barry, Jill, Rebecca and Chris all came out from behind the wall they were hiding behind. "It's good to see you're still alive." Barry said, walking up next to the two survivors.
"Barely." Leon smiled. He looked over to Chris, who had a grim look on his face, and his arms crossed in front of his chest. Oh man…He must have found Claire.
"What the hell happened here man?" Carlos asked.
"Well," he started. "As far as I can tell we were all tricked into coming here by Umbrella." He paused; not wanting to say her name, but then decided there wasn't really a way around it. "Claire was first, followed by me, then all of you."
"You mean Claire didn't come with you?" Chris asked a slight hint of anger in his voice.
Leon shook his head. "I got an e-mail saying she came here with you, and that you guys needed my help."
"And we got one saying you and Claire needed help." Rebecca chimed in.
"Somebody's gonna get their ass kicked." Carlos half grinned.
Leon looked down to the ground. "So I take it…you know." It was more of a statement than a question, but he just needed to make sure. The silence that followed suggested that they did. "Chris, I'm sorry." Leon said, looking him in the eye. "I—I didn't know…"
Chris reached over and grabbed Leon's shoulder. "It's okay; I know you did everything you could Leon. If anyone cares as much as I do about Claire, It's you."
Leon nodded. "But there's still a chance."
"What do you mean?" Jill asked with a puzzled look. "We found…her body."
"So did I." He sighed. "Two bodies actually. Two different bodies." He looked up at all of them. "There's some guy fucking with my head."
Everyone had a blank stare on their faces, and were silent for a few minutes. Carlos finally broke it. "What the hell…"
"Finally!" Woodrow thought aloud. "They're all in one place." Which meant he could release the Tyrant.
I know you won't fail me. He smiled. There was absolutely no way they could escape it. It was extremely fast for its size; one of its kind had been clocked in at 47mph at full sprint. And weighing 1.5 tons; it could take down a cement wall if it wanted to.
Or a human by the name of Leon, he smirked again. He finally took a deep breath of the sterilized air and got up out of his cold metal seat. He walked past the lowly lit cell and through the door to the holding chamber.
Woodrow tapped the release code, and well as the adrenaline injection. Just for an extra boost, he thought.
Suddenly the intercom beeped loudly and a female voice blared.
"Help! If anyone's out there, or can hear me, I'm in the lower lab, section C! Leon, Chris if you're out there please hurry!"
That was defiantly not his head. But it's that same voice…
He hurried back to the control room to find the door to the cell wide open, and a spring and a hooked piece of metal from the cot lying on the floor. He looked over to the intercom station and found nothing.
Suddenly; a sharp pain. The back of his head, and he was falling. His head hit the ground with a thud. Looking up through blurry eyes, he saw Claire standing above him with the large leg from the cot.
"Fucking pervert." She spat just before everything went black.
Jill was running. Everyone was running. They'd all been running since they'd heard Claire over the intercom, which was 10 minutes ago.
"Can we slow down now?" Carlos yelled, obviously out of breath.
Before anyone could answer, two things with six legs leaped out of a small room to their right. Leon and Chris, who were in front; started shooting. The things managed to evade their shots for a second or two, but the hail of bullets sprayed the wall with crimson.
"Guess not!" Carlos yelled again; smirking. Everyone's pace quickened. The gray walls and doors were just a blur now.
"This way!" The new girl—Sara—yelled, pointing to the right. She seems to know this place well.
They slowly came to a stop in front of a large door with a C on it.
I think this chapter was rather short, don't you? I'll get my butt in gear and bring out a real doozy next time. Special thanks goes out to Cory, who gives me the paper to write this everyday. And also a big THANK YOU goes out to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and the ones before it.