Leon's Nightmare

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil 4, or Leon. The Leon-dialogue of 'Infected!' was co-written by Luna-Starr.

This story was based on an idea me and my friend came up with in Spanish class one day

Forty year old Leon was sitting in a diner. His trusty rocket launcher wasn't far from his side, as usual. He looked around hungrily.

Where is the damn waiter? Leon wondered. A few seconds later, a tall, thin man walked over to Leon's table.

"Good evening, sir. Can I get you anything?" Frank, the waiter asked.

"Yes, you certainly can. I've been ready to order for twenty minutes!" Leon said angrily.

"Sorry for the incon-"

Frank was cut off by Leon. "I'll have two orders of the steak, the fried chicken, and the jumbo shrimp. Oh, and as an appetizer, which I would like with everything else, two orders of mozzarella sticks and an extra large order of the nachos. And for dessert, I would like two orders of cherry pie."

Frank gave Leon a look that said 'Man, if I ever ate that much and was as fat as this guy, I would shoot someone with that rocket launcher. Probably myself.' "Sure. Anything else?"

"No," Leon said. "That's it. And make it fast. I'm starving."

"You got it, boss," Frank said. Frank set off for the kitchen, leaving Leon once again with his rocket launcher.

Ten minutes passed. Leon glanced around at the other people who were happily eating their dinners. He sighed. Why was the service so damn slow?

Frank passed Leon's table. "We're having a little backup in the kitchen. I'm quite sorry for the inconvenience."

Leon stood up and pointed his rocket launcher at Frank. "You better tell them to hurry the hell up. Or are you infected too? You are! Aren't you!"

Frank looked shocked at Leon's outburst. "Sir, calm down. I'll do what I can to get you your food as soon as possible."

Leon sat back down and waited. And waited. Leon looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes later, Frank walked out of the kitchen carrying a large food tray. As he walked to the table, he eyed the tray hungrily.

Leon was waiting at the table for Frank, his fork in the air so that the second Frank put the food down, Leon would be able to eat it. He watched as Frank walked towards the table, staring at the food. Leon suddenly realized there was a slight step, and Frank probably wouldn't see it.

Leon should have gotten a job as a fortune teller, because the next second, Frank missed the step and tripped. Leon's dinner went flying across the diner.

"No!" Leon seemed to scream in slow motion. Frank looked up, seeing the other customers worried glances. He turned to Leon, who's face looked like it was about to explode.

"Sorry, so, so sorry," Frank said, getting up off the floor.

But Leon wanted none of it. He jumped up from his seat, fork still in hand, and stabbed Frank. After Frank was dead, Leon still didn't seem satisfied. From somewhere within, he had gotten the urge to eat Frank. The other customers either watched in horror or shielded their eyes.

After Leon finished off Frank, he turned to the other customers, still hungry.

"Infected!" he shouted, and started shooting his rocket launcher at people. A few got away. The rest, lay there in the diner, their blood spilling. Leon started eating their flesh.

He left the diner, and spent his days roaming the city with his rocket launcher. Every person who passed him was shot because Leon thought they were infected. And after he shot them, he ate them.

Leon woke up gasping for breath. "Damn. That was...weird. I'm in the mood for some...no! Don't think like that Leon! That wasn't real!" He turned over to go back to sleep and saw Ashley in bed with him. He screamed.

Leon woke up again, this time, in his own bed. Alone. Just the way he wanted to be.