A/N: Well, this may have taken awhile, but while browsing my reviews randomly, Yuka-san said Ashley needed toilet time too. She's right.
"Leon!"
It all began with a call that Leon was all too familiar with. He had become separated from her in a large castle, and feared the worst. As he ran, he looked at what he had left on him: his pistol with thirteen bullets, three shells in his shotgun, and a grenade. It was times like this he wished that more ammo would be carelessly left on dresser tables, or in medicine cabinets or something.
"Ashley, where are you?"
"Leon!"
He burst through a door into a long corridor, following the sound of Ashley's voice.
"Leon!"
The voice came from the very end of the corridor, but the problem was what was between him and the corridor. It was literally packed with the zombie-like villagers and strange, man-eating lizards, and vicious, rabid dogs.
"Ugh, I don't have enough ammo for this."
"Leon!"
"Don't worry, Ashley, I'm coming to save you!" Leon wasn't sure how many times he had said this in the past three hours. He lost count at sixty-seven. "Okay, let's go, you aesthetically disturbing freaks!"
He pulled out his grenade, ripping the pin and tossing it in the middle of the corridor. He then whipped out his shotgun, blasting to get past the first few villagers. Just as their limbs began flying, the grenade went off, sending even more blood, guts, and tentacles onto the walls. Leon continued forward, ramming away the other villagers with the butt of the shotgun, trying to preserve his ammunition.
"Leon!"
As he reached the middle of the corridor he had already used his last shell, and had taken out his pistol, loading the final clip. To his horror, the doors leading out of the corridor began to open, more villagers, dogs, and weird lizard creatures pouring out. Leon rolled his eyes, swearing.
"Leon!"
"I HEARD YOU, I'M COMING!"
Leon broke into a run, gunning down the monsters directly ahead of him. He felt himself getting scratched on the arms by the lizards, bitten on the legs by the dogs, and having household knives and axes protruding halfway out of his back. Needless to say, Leon wasn't feeling well.
"Leon!"
He was meters away from the end, and had now resorted to his knife. He could feel their numbers increasing steadily, but he was almost there.
"Leon!"
Limping and gushing blood out the back of his head, Leon finally made it to the door, rushing in and locking it behind him. He rested his forehead on the door, breathing a sigh of relief. He knew that no matter how many of them there were, none of them knew how to open a door.
"Leon!"
"Ashley! Are you oka…"
Leon's mouth gaped as he realized where he was, for the third time: a toilet.
"Leon! Finally! There's no toilet paper in this cubicle! I saw some left at the other side of the corridor, you know, where I ran off and told you I was using the toilet?"
Leon, covered in blood, guts, and a number of hardware tools, carefully opened the door, the corridor fuller than when he first entered, then hastily shut it again.
"Um, you know what, you can just wipe yourself with your finger or something… Maybe there's some newspaper here…"
"Ew! Just get me some toilet paper, Leon!"
"NO! HELL NO! YOU GET THE TOILET PAPER, AND I'LL SIT HERE AND SCREAM YOUR NAME!"
THE END
