Chapter 8: Diner of the Dead Pt 2

I don't own anything. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom and Tomb Raider belongs to Core Design, Crystal Dynamics, and I think Square Enix. The only thing I own is the changes made to the stories of the Tomb Raider games/comics and Resident Evil games/comics/CG movies, the Government branch S.P.E.L.L., the person that has taken over Kathrine Warren's life, and Rose Warren. This story also will be bloody, violent, and have cursing. It's rated T for Teen.

Country: America, State: Washington, City: Seattle, Place: Near Old Blue Port, Area: Espresso Lane Diner, Month: November, Day: Friday 6th, Year: 1998, Time: 10:14 PDT…

"What's going on?!" Jenny asked as she was pulled close to Tommy.

"Where's Blake and Emily?" Mae asked worriedly.

"And Clyde?" The fishermen yelled and gulped as he felt the doors and barricade jolt.

"I-I don't know." Ted gasped as he paced. "Blake was…he was messed up. L-like he was crazy and-and his face was melting." He gasped as he moved to the door. "Emily…Oh god she's dead I think."

"What about Clyde!?" The fisherman yelled.

"He…the old man? I-I didn't see him." Ted said as the front door opened.

Everyone jolted and some let out sound of surprise. Leon Kennedy stepped into the building and had his gun out already as he heard the shots and the yelling. He paused as he saw the people looked okay but saw the barricade and knew that something was in there.

"Who the hell are you? Identify yourself!" Ted yelled raising his gun at Leon.

Leon lowered his gun and held his hands up. This was an officer. What Leon's job used to be, what it could've been. He'd always have respect for them. "My name is Agent Leon Kennedy." Leon said moving his free hand to his pocket.

"Stop right there! Do move!" Ted yelled, making Leon freeze his movement.

"I'm just reaching for my ID, Officer." Leon told him calmly. 'Is it weird that I'm getting used to guns being pointed at me?' He wondered for a moment.

"Where is it?" Ted asked, still in the firing stance.

"My back left pocket." Leon told him.

Ted looked around at the other people and nodded at Mae, the only one he knew and trusted. "Grab it."

Mae nodded shakily and slowly walked over. "I'm-I'm sorry, s-sir." She stuttered as she walked closer to Leon.

"It's okay, Miss." Leon nodded reassuringly. "Everyone's just on edge. I get it." He, after all, wasn't dressed how people imagine agents to dress. Blue wind braker, black shirt, jeans, combat boots.

Mae got to him and pulled the black leather wallet. She then walked over to Ted and handed it to him. "Here-here, Ted."

"Open it and hold it up so I can see it, Mae." Ted told her.

Mae nodded and did so. "Here." She tried to keep her hands from shaking as she held up the ID.

Ted looked at it and saw the badge, name of the agency, Leon's name, his agent rank, blood type, ID number, and his picture. "I've never heard of this group, Mister Kennedy." Ted voiced.

"It's fairly new." Leon said. "We're real."

Ted looked it over. Then sighed as he lowered his gun, making the tension in the air ease a bit. Leon let out a puff of air as he lowered his hands and gun.

"Why are you here?" Ted asked as he took the badge from Mae and walked over to hand it back to Leon.

"That's…mostly classified. But I can say I'm here for a Peyton Fry?" Leon asked looking around the room.

"Th-that-that'd be m-me, sir." Peyton said standing from a booth.

"You survived a ship wrack?" Leon asked as he walked over to the group, entering the diner proper.

"Not-not exactly." Peyton started but then the bashing at the doors sounded, making Ted and Leon pointed their guns at it and everyone else to jump.

"What happened here?" Leon asked as he looked to the small window that led into the kitchen.

"I…I really don't know, Agent Kennedy." Ted said. "I just got a call to come back here and keep everyone here."

Leon nodded. "Okay, what about in there." He nodded his head to the doors.

"The cook…Blake…He attacked Emily, then tried to attack me. I-I shot at him. I hit him but-but he didn't go down." Ted breathed. "Emily, she's the owner, he killed her, I think."

"And before that?" Leon asked looking briefly to the others. "Anyone know?"

"Well…the old man…" Mae started as she looked to the fisherman at the barricade. "He was back there, and Emily said he looked really sick."

"Sick? What kind of sick?" Leon asked. He really needed specifics here.

"He was attacked…when he and…" Peyton looked to the younger man.

"Keith." The fisherman gritted. "Clyde was attacked by some…weird freaky fucker on our fishing boat." He hissed as the doors and barricade moved. "Ahh!…it looked weird." He got a better grip on a table leg as the doors shuttered.

"Weird?" Leon asked, wondering how much weird a zombie could get.

"The guy had, green skin…it-it was rotting too. His eyes glowed. And…" Keith paused to brace.

"And what?" Leon asked needing more info.

"He had green blood…" Peyton informed shaking a bit.

Leon stiffened up. "Green…blood?" He asked looking to Peyton. "Green blood?"

Peyton nodded. "Y-yes…like…like the others on…on the ship."

"Shi-"

"What the fuck!?" Jenny yelled pointing at the kitchen window.

Ted and Leon turned and looked to the window and saw the old fishermen, Clyde, trying to climb through. Their eyes widened. Clyde wasn't a normal zombie. Not for what Leon was used too. Clyde had pale green skin, the blood around his mouth looked like it was turning dark green color, the final thing that was so different it was scary was the eyes. They glowed blue, like bioluminescence.

"What the…" Leon breathed at the sight as Clyde zombie struggled to get through the window. "That's…that's new. Different." He said as he raised his handgun. "Who's this?" He asked.

"It's not Emily or Blake." Ted said.

"So, the fisherman?" Leon asked carefully aiming for his head with the sights of the Matilda.

"Yes." Peyton nodded as she gripped the jacket.

"Okay." Leon then pulled the trigger.

It took four shots to take down Zombie Clyde and then they just had a limp green body, the glow of the eyes fading. The loud bangs of Leon's handgun in the confined space of the diner made everyone but Ted flinch. What made Ted flinch was that Leon didn't really have any hesitation with shooting the man in the head. Not just that, but the accuracy of his shots while the zombie was moving combined with how calm Leon stayed.

"What…what did you just do?" Ted asked both horrified and awed.

"Aim for the head." Leon told him. "It's the only thing that kills them." He said as he lowered his gun slowly. 'That or an explosion.' He thought.

"But…He was…he was just sick…R-right?" Tommy asked as he held his crying wife.

"At some point, yeah. But that…" Leon pointed at the body. "Wasn't a sick man anymore. It was a zombie. A weird one." He said as he looked at it, seeing a green pool of blood forming from the head that hung out the window.

"You're…You're insane!" Mae yelled shaking as tears fell from her eyes. "You're crazy!"

"I really, really wish I was, miss." Leon told her, and on some level, he really believed that wish. "So, there are two more back there?"

"No!" Mae grabbed a knife from the tray and rushed to the window. "You're not going in there! You're gonna kill my boss!"

"Mae, please, move away from the window." Ted said looking worriedly to the body.

Mae shook her head. "No, no, no! He killed this man! He's going to kill Emily and Blake, Ted! We can't let him! He's crazy!" She screamed waving the knife as she became hysterical.

"Miss…calm down and step away from the window for your own safety." Leon said looking nervously toward the window. "It's not safe."

"I'm fine and so will they!" Mae yelled as a greenish hand swiftly shot out from the window. "I won't—" She screamed as the hand grabbed her arm, pulling on it. "E-Emily! Let me go! It's me! It's Mae!"

Leon rushed over, and jumped the counter, ignoring the pain from jamming his knee into the side. He dropped on the other side, countered Mae's flailing knife swings, and got the knife from her. He then flipped the knife around and stabbed it into the arm that was trying to pull the waitress through. Green blood pooled from the wound, but the arm didn't budge. He gritted his teeth as Mae continued to scream.

Then everyone heard the snapping sound and Mae's screams turned from fear to pain as her hand went limp. Leon lifted his gun as he pulled on the arm, pulling Emily zombie to the window. He pushed his gun to the green and red bloodied woman's head and pulled the trigger another four times.

After the fourth shot, her hand let go of Mae. Mae fell to the floor sobbing as she held her broken forearm. Ted came over and helped Leon pull the hysterical pained woman from behind the counter and to a booth as Emily's eyes faded.

"Jesus…" Ted breathed looking from the window to Mae's arm. "Are…are zombies normally that strong?"

Leon shook his head. Sure, if they overwhelmed you, they can be strong. If you're not prepared, they can be strong. If you're weak, they can be strong. But they didn't have the strength to snap bones like that. "No. That wasn't normal from what I know." He looked at the two dead green bleeding bodies. "This is very different from what I know."

"But…" Peyton swallowed looking to the window. "That's-that's how strong they were on the ship…"

Leon looked to her as Jenny walked over to Mae. "You said something about a ship before. What ship?"

"It…" Peyton swallowed. "It was a cruise ship. I was hoping to have a fun few days, then go ho-home to my family." She looked down. "But then people started getting sick…"

"What was the ship's name?" Leon pressed, partly praying it wasn't the same ship he was looking for but also hoping with guilt that it was.

"Both your radius and ulna are broken…." Jenny said to Mae as the poor woman whimpered. "They didn't break the skin, so no infections should happen, but you need to go to the hospital."

"What does it matter what ship she came from?" Tommy asked.

"Because if an entire cruise ship is infected with that—" Leon pointed to the two bodies. "Then a diner of the dead would be the least of our worries."

Why?" Asked Mae gasped.

"Because then it'll spread." Keith hissed as he struggled to keep the barricade up, but a few chairs had fallen. "It would spread if it hit port…right?"

Leon nodded. "Exactly."

"A lot of people would die then…" Jenny swallowed thickly as she took off her raincoat from a chair and started to make it into a sling for Mae.

"What ship?" Leon asked looking to Peyton. "I can get people here right now." He said as he pulled out his radio. "I need all the info I can get right now, Miss Fry."

She nodded. "It's…it's hard to remember. But it was something light…it was a really fancy ship."

Leon sighed. There weren't many ships with light in their name. "Okay." He looked to Ted. "Can you help him with that? These zombies are stronger than him."

Ted nodded as Leon pushed the button on his radio.

"Kennedy to HQ, over." Leon said as he stood up, turning to the window.

"Read you Leon. What is your report." HQ asked.

"Two casualties, one still infected, one injured. Five are alive and healthy." Leon reported. "I need medical, clean up, and evac."

"Understood. They are two hours out. Can you hold out till then?"

Leon snorted but nodded. "Sure thing. Just one super powered zombie. I'll be just peachy. Over and out."

The banging then stopped. Everyone slowly looked to the kitchen doors. Leon held up a hand as he put his radio to his belt and slowly moved to the door, keeping his gun to his chest. He tipped his head to look through the window in it and saw the zombie moving toward the window.

"Shit. It's going to the window." Leon hissed and moved for it.

"Ein…her…jar…" A scratchy garbled voice echoed.

Everyone froze.

"Oh…god…" Jenny breathed with wide eyes. "Did…Did it…"

"Blake…He…" Mae panted.

"He spoke?" Ted breathed.

"Ein…her…jar…" The voice said slowly, as if it was hard to use the dead vocal cords. "Kunna líkr…val-kyrja…" Leon frowned at the words, the accent, he'd heard it before. "Hvaðan…val-kyrja…" Then Leon understood as he spotted the zombie. "Ein…her…jar…" It said as it looked at him. Just him.

The accent. It was the same one Kat used when she zoned, got pissed off, or battle focused. He raised his gun but paused.

"That accent…What is it? What language is that?" Leon asked darkly.

"Einher…jar… Hvaðan…val-kyrja…?" It asked in a questioning tone, still having its glowing eyes locked on Leon.

Leon's brows twitched. He wasn't annoyed, he was confused. "Are you asking me something? What are you saying?"

"Einherjar… Hvaðan…val-kyrja?!" The zombie snarled seeming to get angry.

"Are you—"

Crack!

Leon spun as Ted started firing on the zombie. Leon rushed to stop him. But it was too late. The zombie dropped to the floor, the glow fading from its eyes like the other two.

"What the hell was that?" Leon asked as he grabbed Ted's shoulder, partly wanting to strangle the man. "I was trying to get information from it."

"I aimed for the head…like you said." Ted said. "And-and what information could-could a zombie have. It was speaking gibberish."

Leon shook his head letting Ted go. "It wasn't gibberish. It was a language. I don't know it…But I have to figure it out."

Country: America, State: Washington, City: Seattle, Place: Near Old Blue Port, Area: Outside Espresso Lane Diner, Month: November, Day: Friday 6th, Year: 1998, Time: 12:26 PDT…

"Then Officer Ted Wilson killed the last one." Leon finished his report to HQ over his radio, watching as Emily, Blake, and Clyde were taken out of the diner in black body bags.

"Interesting. It seems like a problem that would need S.P.E.L.L.'s assistance." HQ said calmly. "We'll question Miss Fry for farther information on the light ship. It might well be the Starlight. As for what happened here, you are permitted to speak with Agent Warren on the mystic side of things. As it seems that this could have some mysticism."

Leon nodded. "Understood."

"Over and out, Agent."

With that, Leon hooked the radio to his belt again and looked to the surviving people. He found himself smiling just a little. Only three undead. One injured. That's it. Everyone but three survived this one. That was more then he could ask for. He sighed as the smile fell. But in comparison to Raccoon, he could ask for more. He would ask for more. He wished it were not just a small ass handful that got out before the city was wiped off the map. It just, it just wasn't right.

He shook his head. He could wallow later. What he needed to do was keep what that zombie said in his head. He had to remember it exactly so he could recite it to Kat. Hopefully, she'd understand it.

Country: America, State: Virginia, City: Arlington, Place: Oak Haven Apartments, Area: Leon's Apartment, Month: November, Day: Friday 6th, Year: 1998, Time: 15:43 EST…

Leon held his phone as he muttered the words the zombie said as the phone rang. When he heard it stop, he stopped muttering and sat up.

"Leon?" Kat asked sounding tired. "Why are you calling?"

"Kat, my mission. It went weird. S.P.E.L.L. kind of weird." Leon told her.

He heard rustling. "What happened?" Kat asked him.

Leon then started telling her every part of his mission, not caring if anything he told her wasn't to be known or not. Then he paused at the part where the last zombie spoke.

"It…it spoke?" Kat asked him, sounding intrigued. "I mean, T-virus victims have spoken before, but…"

"It was a different language. A different accent." Leon told her. "It sounded…like you."

Kat paused. "Wha-what? Like me? What do you mean?" She asked rapidly sounding unsure.

"You remember when you zoned, and I recorded you? The way this thing spoke and the language…it sounded like the same dialect and sound as what you were saying." Leon told her.

"Do…do you remember what it said?" Kat asked.

"Yeah. I'll probably butcher this." Leon took a breath closing his eyes. "Inhoryar. Inhoryar, Koona liker valkyrha. Inhoryar, Havadan valkyrha." He said then opened his eyes. "It repeated that last bit two more times."

"Say that first part again…" Kat said.

"Inhoryar." Leon repeated.

"Did it say 'Einherjar'?" Kat asked.

Leon straightened at that, it was the same pronunciation as what he'd heard from the zombie, but way more alive. "That's exactly what it said. It kept calling me that."

"What?!" Kat asked her voice seeming to fluctuate between her American accent to the one she'd used for the word.

"Well, it felt like it was calling me that. It was looking right at me when it said that." Leon told her. "Why, do you know what it means?"

"Leon…that's…It's Norse. From Norse mythology to be specific." Kat said sounding worried.

"Um…you sound worried. So should I be worried, Kat?" Leon asked feeling nervus now.

"The Einherjar, ruffly translated to 'Army of one', were those who died in battle and were taken by the Valkyries to Valhalla. There they would wait, drink, and train. All for Ragnarök." Kat informed him. "If this thing called you Einherjar…I don't know what to think of that. It was ether saying you'd be a worthy opponent…"

"Or?" Leon asked waiting for more and not liking the pause.

"Or it was calling you a dead man." Kat told him.

Leon swallowed. "I'm thinking we need to talk to that professor. Sooner rather than later."

"I couldn't agree more." Kat agreed.