(Lydia's POV)
Leon and I exit the house we were stuck in. I kept my pistol raised up just in case we ran into more of those fuckers. Leon kept his raised too.
Before we exited the building, somebody wearing a black trench coat, a hood, and a purple bandana across his mouth. Only his eyes, his red eyes, were visible stood in front of a small rectangular window.
"Over here, strangers," he spoke in a deep and raspy voice. He walked away from the window in a way that sent shivers up my spine.
"Leon, I don't think we should see what he wants. It doesn't feel right," I said, breathing a bit shakily.
Usually, I'm not afraid of things like this; I'm ready to take anything on since Raccoon City. But what was it that made me weary of that guy? I don't know.
Leon heard the unease in my voice and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Take it easy, okay? We'll be fine. Let's see what that guy wants. If things turn sour, then you know what to do," he assured me.
My cheeks started to turn red. The tone in his voice made me feel fuzzy. I quickly shook it off, finding that ridiculous.
"Okay," I said with a nod. We walk out of that building. In front of us, was a wall with sandbags and barbwire on the top.
We walk around the building, rounding two left corbers. The man stood at the end of the pathway
"Got something that might interest ya two," he said, pulling his trench coat back. He carried, guns, ammo, and everything else I can think of.
We bought some ammo from the man and went on our way. We walked towards a metal gate and it was the only out of there. Leon kicked it open.
Both of us pulled our pistols out and walked forward. I saw one of them walking up to us on a wooden catwalk.
"Leon, at your six," I said, pointing my gun at the villager. I pulled the trigger, hitting the villager in the head.
The impact of my bullet made the villager fall off the catwalk. We walk down and around the catwalks, taking down any villager we saw.
"I'm going ahead, Leon!" I shout, running ahead. "I got your back!" He said, shooting at the villagers.
I walk across a rickety bridge, taking out any villager I see. Before going across the bridge, I found half of a hexagonal shape inside a treasure chest. Looks like it was important.
I kicked a villager off the bridge, only to get grabbed by the ankle by him. "Agh, get off!" I shouted, trying to kick him off.
But I got pulled down by him so that I was dangling from the rickety bridge. Some pieces fell from it.
"Leon! I'm slipping!" I shouted, struggling to hang on. The villager was trying to climb up on me. I could feel my grip slipping on the rope because my hands were becoming slick.
I was never afraid of heights, but just thinking about falling to my death was enough to give me it.
Leon ran over to my aid, seeing that I was hanging on for dear life. He shot the villager off,making him fall to the depths below.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" He said, putting his pistol up in his waist band and running over to me.
"Grab my hand!" He said, kneeling down to pull me up. "Hurry, I'm slipping!" I cry, now feeling scared, which was rare.
He reached down and grabbed my right hand with a tight grip. He pulled me up onto the bridge and I collapsed in his arms.
"You okay?" He asked. My whole body shook and I tried to calm down. I looked at him, feeling my heart rush in my chest.
"Other than shitting myself, I'm good," I said, standing up with him.
We make our way through another area after getting the other half of the hexagon. It went to a big metal door that led us to the next area.
In the next area, it looked like something from WWI. There were more villagers that were ready to kill us.
Leon had gotten hit by a villager holding a sickle. It had cut his right bare arm.
I kicked the villager down and hot him in the face.
"You okay?" I asked, seeing blood dripping from his arm.
"I'll live. Don't worry about me," he answered, holding his bloody arm.
It was quiet now, a bit too quiet for my liking. "Leon, hang back I'll scout ahead. That arm needs to be patched up," I said, reloading my gun.
Leon couldn't play it off since that cut did look pretty bad. It'd get infected quickly and last thing I needed for my partner to die from that.
"Okay," he said, sitting down on a rusted metal box.
I reloaded my pistol and scouted ahead down the dirty and back road-like street, keeping my pistol drawn.
When I found another pathway, I make note of it and head back to Leon.
He was still in the same place that I left him on. "Found another path just a few miles from here. I think that's our ticket out of here," I say, putting gun in my waistband.
"Good. We should go while nobody's around," Leon said, starting to get up. I push him back down.
"Hold on there, Romeo. That cut needs to be treated. We're not leaving until I fix it up," I tell him.
I start getting some peroxide, a bandage, and some stitches.
"Lydia, it's not that bad," Leon said, watching me fix his arm up.
"You wouldn't think that if it got infected. Besides, it deep enough for me to use my nursing skills. Plus, I'm repaying the favor for you saving my life," I said, cracking a smile.
"Okay, truce. Didn't know you had the knowledge of fixing wounds," Leon said.
I chuckled as I picked up the needle and thread. I stitched up his arm pretty nicely.
"I learned it from my mother. She taught me how when I was a kid. It's one good thing I've carried on from her. I... I could've taught my sister, but I never got that chance," I said, taking a deep breath to keep myself from crying.
Leon apparently saw the tears in my eyes. "What happened?" he asked.
"No... We don't have time for stories. We gotta get moving," I said, shaking my head as I bandaged him up.
We stand up and start walking in the direction of the path that I found. "Lydia, you mentioned you had a sister. You seemed upset back there. I know you're not the person to say things about yourself, but you gotta tell me what happened," Leon said, now more serious.
I could tell he wouldn't stop until I said what happened before all of this.
"Alright, fine. I had a younger sister, Megan. I was three years older than her. We were best friends, even more so after my parents died when I was ten because of a drunk driver. We had to live with our grandparents. We've become closer since then, because our grandparents didn't seem to care for us, so we stuck together. When Raccoon City was struck, I was 20, and was into my second week of training in the police academy. My sister was at home, and I didn't know what happened until I got home that night..." I explained, tearing up.
I don't like crying in front of other people. But i I cried every time she thought about my past,
"What happened?" He said, now wondering why it was that made me cry.
"When I... When I rushed home a-after what happened... I... found the house ransacked, like there had been a huge fight had occurred. Blood was everywhere. There was the smell of death in the air and it made me feel sick. I went upstairs and found my grandparents massacred in their bedroom. I almost threw up when I saw them. But I needed to see my sister. I needed to see if she was okay. I got to her bedroom and... she was barely clinging to life. She had many bite marks on her. I ran to her, and tried to help her, but I didn't realize she had been bitten by one of those things... she turned in my arms. She tried biting me and I had to put her down by shooting her with the gun I carry with me now. Everyday, I blame myself because I killed the one person I swore to protect. And I failed her... failed my parents," I explained, tears flowing down my face.
I try to act all tough, but I break every time I think of that story.
Leon wrapped both muscular arms around me, making me tense up but I soon relaxed. This was the first time we actually hugged. Or rather him hugging me.
I hugged him back, not being able to help it. Why did it feel good?
After a while we pulled apart after I calmed down. We continued on our way, both of us blushing.
The two of us exit another warehouse and head back outside. The area that we found ourselves in was definitely not a part of the village. We make it past another horde of those villagers without getting ourselves killed.
That trail Leon was talking about had led the both of us to an old, desolate house. Something about it didn't seem right. I take out my pistol just for precaution.
Carefully, we make our way through. Everything in this house was very old. Except for a picture with a distinct character of a hooded man on it. I paid no mind to it however.
The two of us could hear at least two villagers talking with one another downstairs in spanish. We went into the hallway as quietly as we could.
In the corner of my eye, I could see a tall figure coming towards us. Before Leon and I could turn around quick enough, I felt a strong hand taking a tight grip on my throat. It was the big cheese of this village. He lifts Leon and I off of the ground, causing us to kick and flail around.
His hand was tightening down onto my throat, causing me to choke. I couldn't breathe because of how tight The Big Cheese was holding our throats. I closed my eyes for a minute because I believed he was going to kill Leon and me.
Then, he drops the both of us to the floor. I immediately grabbed my throat and started to cough. My eyes were watering badly and my throat was hurting. I scooted back and coughed loudly.
"You two carry the same blood as us, it seems. Nevertheless, you both are outsiders. Just remember, if you two become unpleasant to our eyes, there will be severe consequences." The Big Cheese tells us in a raspy yet low voice.
Through my blurred vision, I could see him walking away from Leon and I. Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up to my feet. Leon also stands to his feet. "What? Same blood?" Leon breathes, sounding confused.
"What could he mean by that?" I ask. The same blood? What did that bastard mean? Neither one of us understood.
I'm back with this story. You're welcome. X3