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Chapter 3: Prisoners

Leon coughed heavily as he opened his eyes for the first time. A sudden jolt of reality hit him hard when he realized where he was. He was in a jail cell alone, completely alone. There wasn't even a bed or a toilet to accompany him and the floor was made of an uncomfortable hard clay.

This must be what they mean by 'rock bottom'.

Leon slowly got to his feet, wiping the dust off of his pants. He approached the door of the cell and grasped the wet bars in his hands. He shook the door violently but it didn't budge. Suddenly, a lighter flicked on in the cell beside his.

"It's no use," a girl's voice called. "We're left here to die."

Leon stared at the girl who just spoke to him, surprised that there was another person in this hell hole with him. She had to be no older than a teenager. Leon opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he heard a guard coming towards them. The guard shone a bright flashlight on the girl. From what Leon could see, she was a pretty girl, blonde and slender. She was wearing black knee-high boots, a Jean mini skirt and a pink collared shirt. The guard unlocked the door of the girl's cell.

"What are you doing?" she asked, snappishly.

"Giving you a fighting chance," the guard replied. "Him on the other chance... he's supposed to die anyway. So I'm only letting you out."

As soon as the guard walked away the girl stepped out of the jail cell. Leon watched her contently, wondering if this was the last time he would ever see another person again. Just when he expected her to run as fast as she could out of there, she turned and faced him, one hand on her hip.

Leon stood frozen, keeping his gaze on her at all times. He watched her walk over to a large cabinet. She opened it and smiled at her find. The girl held up a 9mm and stared at it with admiration. Leon was about to say something again when she turned and aimed the gun in his direction.

"So you want to come out here and join me?" she asked in an imperious

tone. She walked until she was about three feet from his jail cell door. "I would leave you, but there aren't enough cute guys in the world."

The girl cocked the gun and shot out Leon's lock. The door swung open and he was free.

"Thank you." Leon said, slowly stepping out of the cell. "I'm Leon."

"Hello Leon," she responded plainly. "I'm Logan."

"Nice to meet you…"

"Sure." Logan cut him off. "Except that we're both going to die."

Leon finally took his eyes off of her as he headed towards the weapon cabinet. He opened it to find two 9mms, not the strongest gun, but it would have to do. Leon took one of the handguns and examined it, only to find it empty. He opened a dusky cabinet door, right below the gun cabinet, and found numerous amounts of handgun ammo. Leon smiled.

"Are you listening to me!" Logan exclaimed, like an obnoxious little sister. Then she began to share her story, taking deep breaths between sentences. "When they were taking me into this place…the guard who was dragging me here…we were both attacked by monsters…he shot at them…but they got him…and I ran…I ran until another guard grabbed me…the same guard who let me go…but first he locked me here…that's when I knew I was going to die…"

"It's okay," Leon said, sensing the panic in her voice. "You're not going to die."

"No." Logan said, voice still panic-stricken. "You should have seen them! They were like zombies or something."

Leon looked at her for a minute, his expression staying strong. Every memory in his brain of Umbrella and Los Illuminados furiously ran through Leon's mind. Flashbacks of it all thundered inside him like he was being forced to watch his violent past.

"No!" Leon's eyes opened again, and he seemed to relax when he saw Logan standing in front of him. He took a deep breath, "Not again."