Leon walked towards the heavy door that the villagers went through. He wasn't sure if it was best to follow them, but if that direction led somewhere important, at least to the villagers, he should consider following. However, the door was locked and wouldn't open. That same symbol from the other door was on this one, as well. The symbol obviously stood for something important. But, what? And, what did it have to do with the villagers?

Knowing that standing around would get him nowhere, Leon turned and looked around. It seemed that there were many paths out of the village. He picked the closest one and walked down it. Along the path, he saw another sign – this one with an arrow pointing down the trail, and reading, "Farm." Farm, huh? Well, I guess that's where I'm heading, then. Leon continued down the path. Another big, menacing door. Who would have guessed? At least this one is free of spooky emblems...

The ground in the next area was muddy, and shoddy–looking structures littered the area, creating an overall atmosphere of dirtiness and filth. There was a barn to the left, and a house to the right. Neither looked like they would withstand a strong gust of wind, which was, at the moment, howling in a wicked tone. I really need to stop letting this place get to me. The wind is just the wind, Leon, nothing more. Now get going.

Leon walked down the muddy trail, passing by a shack on his left and sending clucking chickens scattering. He knew that the locals were going to be hostiles, so he tried to sneak past the barn without being sighted – no suck luck. A man pitching hay noticed him, shouted the obligatory string of Spanish curse words, and began a gait towards Leon, pitchfork in hand. Leon shot him. Bullet in the brain, as per usual.

Coming out of the barn was yet another man – this one with a pickaxe. He moved his arm back, and threw the weapon. Leon's laser sight was on the man's forehead, but he aimed the handgun a few degrees to the left before firing – his bullet collided with the pickaxe, striking it in midair, and it fell to the ground harmlessly. The man took out yet another pickaxe from his belt, but didn't get a chance to throw it before Leon stopped him, in his standard way, of course.

Leon entered the barn, and the smell of cow manure filled his nostrils. He hurried out of it, into a small area with a few more cows and chickens. Among them was a dog. Something seemed to be wrong with it – it ran when Leon approached, and seemed to be barking at nothing at all. There's even something wrong with the dogs? Ugh. Well, at least it's not violent. Leon stepped into a small shack. Nothing inside of it but a stinking pile of manure, covered in writhing maggots. Stepping out, something brushed against Leon's arm. It was a hand! Leon pointed his weapon, but the hand was hanging limp. It seemed to be coming out of some kind of container...

A large cart filled with dead bodies! The limp hand belonged to one of the corpses filling up the cart. Flies buzzed around it, and Leon felt sick. I wouldn't believe this if I weren't seeing it with my own eyes. What's with all of the dead bodies? Then again, if I started asking every question on my mind right now, I'd be here all day.

Hurrying out of the creepy area, Leon walked into a fenced–in part of the farm, near the house.

CRACK!

Leon looked down. He'd stepped on something! ...A chicken egg. ...And these are new shoes, too. But, that's the least of my problems, I guess...

Leon neared the house, and peaked around a corner. He saw a man in a hat pitching hay. I should kill him right now. He's just going to end up attacking me. But Leon just couldn't bring himself to murder someone from behind without even being provoked. He knocked on the wall of the house. Sure enough, the man spun around and charged at him. Now Leon felt a bit better about the bullet that was about to end up in the man's head.

Stepping over the man's corpse and going into the house, he could hear someone above him. As he stepped near a ladder to climb up, a man shouted, coming through a window, pickaxe raised. Leon killed him, and was startled by a loud thump behind him. A man jumping down from the second story – he was still recoiling from his jump, making him an easy target. Leon killed him, as well – he was adjusting to his new reality fast.

Leon exited the house and walked along a trail a short ways, soon coming to another heavy door. He went through it, exiting the farm.

He was now in an area with a cliff face on either side of him and a trail leading down a hill in front of him. Immediately in front of him was a signpost – another morbid–looking warning sign, at that.

I guess this warns of traps, eh? Funny. Why would they want to inform someone that there's a trap up ahead? Well, normally I mind warnings, but I have nowhere to go but forward.

Leon started down the hill. That's when he heard sounds coming from above him. Already? What do they have this time?

A giant boulder suddenly came crashing down along the rock face! It slowly began moving, and then picked up speed, rolling down the hill straight towards Leon!

Leon's initial surprise held him prisoner, but the bonds of fear holding his feet to the ground were soon broken, and he began running away as fast as he could. Leon was sprinting at his top speed, but the boulder was gaining on him fast. I can't outrun it. The only thing I can hope for is to be able to dodge it!

Then – a break in the trail. A clearing to the side. Leon threw himself out of the boulder's path, landing in the clearing. He jumped to his feet just in time to see the boulder roll into a cliff face, shattering.

Leon panted heavily, catching his breath for just a moment, before he continued on. The trail led to a tunnel through the middle of the cliff face. Leon walked through it, being wary of traps. He stepped in a puddle, and his footsteps awoke some bats on the ceiling, which shrieked and began flapping about. They were a surprise, but Leon didn't mind them.

At the end of the tunnel, there was a shattered fence. Ducking behind it, Leon surveyed the next area.

There was a shack to the left and a house in front of him, both looking pretty run–down, as most of the things in this place were. There was also a house further down, but Leon would have trouble reaching it – he could see at least one villager standing guard. A stick of some sort was in his hand. Leon slowly and cautiously began approaching. The man saw him, turned, and ran.

"Hey, wait!" Is this man different than the others? Leon chased after him. Then, he stepped on something. Something sharp.

Bear trap!

Leon leapt back. He'd almost stepped right into a bear trap. He'd only stepped on one of the clamps, so it hadn't gone off. If he had been a few inches to the right...

Damn that man, he tricked me! He tried to lure me into this– Something hissing and smoking appeared at Leon's feet. What the? Dynamite!

Recognizing the smoking stick as a dynamite stick, Leon turned around and dashed away. He heard the dynamite explode, and a wave of heat followed. Luckily, he was unharmed. The man came running at him from behind the house.

First you try to lure me into a bear trap, then you throw a stick of dynamite at me...As the man lit a fresh stick of dynamite, Leon shot him in the head. The man fell, and his corpse was soon blown apart by the dynamite still in his hands. Serves you right.

More sticks of dynamite, suddenly being thrown at him! There was someone in the window of the house, and a man near the shack, both tossing these new threats his way. Leon took a few steps back, and waited for the dynamite to explode. It went off, and then Leon dashed away. He ran around the house, looking for a door – found one! No, wait – It's nailed shut!

Smoking sticks at his feet. He ran. Explosion. Looked around frantically – the window! Leon ran towards the window that a man was tossing dynamite out of. He lit a stick, wound his arm back – BOOM! The dynamite exploded. Leon had shot the stick with a bullet while it was still in the man's hands.

Leon hopped into the house to hide. It wasn't a safe hiding space – there was a man with an axe inside. Leon shot him, putting an end to that problem. But, there was still one more threat left – the other man with dynamite. Leon fired a shot into the door, giving him a hole to look out of. Then, when the man came into view, Leon shot out of the hole in the door at the man. One bullet was all it took to fell him.

Now Leon was safe to explore. But there wasn't much to explore in the first place. The house was the worst he'd seen so far, but held nothing of interest. He found nothing in the shack except for more bear traps, another trip wire trap...and spiders the size of his head. He ran to the house – the only place he hadn't looked yet. If there's nothing here, this is a dead end. I'd better find something.

The door had a padlock. Leon considered shooting it, and then decided to conserve ammo. He kicked the padlock three times, and on the third kick, it shattered. Leon opened the door, and looked around the room. Cabinets...a table and chairs...just normal furniture. But what was more interesting was that once inside the house, Leon could hear a sound – it sounded as if someone was banging on a door. It's just one thing after another in this place...Fearing it would be another hostile villager, Leon approached with caution. There was a doorway that led to a hall. Looking down it, Leon could make out two flashing lights – another trip wire trap. Leon shot the devices, detonating the explosives, and then was safe to go through.

The next room had a sofa and a fireplace in addition to the types of furniture he'd seen so far. Although he could still hear the sound, this room had no door. There was nowhere else to go.

Inspecting the room to the degree he could without setting off the trap, Leon noticed that a cabinet was blocking a doorway. Shoving it to the side, he stepped through the doorway and into the hall past it. The sound grew louder, and Leon's caution grew as well. When he rounded a corner, he saw a large armoire. Its doors were shaking, as if it was being beaten on it from the inside. I guess someone's inside it. This is probably a trap...but this is the end of the line. Nowhere else to go. Taking a deep breath, Leon sidled up beside the armoire, flipped the lock, and slowly opened it.

A body fell out! It was a man. Leon pointed his gun at him, expecting it to attack. But the man didn't get up. His mouth was gagged, and his hands were behind his back, as if they were bound. Seeing Leon and his handgun, the man tried to scoot away, and shook his head from side to side vigorously, as if to beg Leon not to harm him. Leon bent down and ripped the gag off of the man's face.

The man took a deep breath. "...Oh...A little rough, don't you think?"

He speaks English...He's not swearing at me...And he's not trying to kill me. This was all the incentive that Leon needed to help the man. Leon flipped him over, and began working at his bindings.

"...You're...not like them?" The man asked.

"No. You?" Leon replied, slipping off the rope that bound the man. The man rolled a few feet way, and then sat up.

"...Okay. I have only one...very important question...Do you got a smoke?"

"...Well, I got gum." Leon said apologetically.

Two villagers stepped into the room, one holding a pitchfork, and the other cradling an axe. However, neither of them attacked immediately like the others – these men simply stood as if they were guards. Even after they stopped walking, Leon could still hear footsteps – big ones.

"Perfect...the big cheese." The man muttered.

"What?" Leon asked, but he soon saw whom he was talking about. A giant of a man, clad in a long coat, with a great beard and a bald head, walked into the room and stood between the two villagers. Leon could tell just from the way he carried himself that he was a man of importance. There was also one more outstanding thing about him – he had one brown eye, and one red eye.

I don't care who he is. He's another one of them – he's an enemy!

Leon dashed forward, spun in a circle, and delivered a kick square to the man's chest – or, an inch away from his chest. The man had reached out and grabbed Leon's foot. Then, with a mighty swing of his arms, he flung Leon across the room, landing on the man he'd just freed. The two men were sent crashing into the armoire, which broke into pieces. Leon fell unconscious.