Enjoying the story? Now i know not every part is the same as the game, but what fun would it be reading a story that has every little part of the game in it. You'd know whats around every corner. Well i hope you guys keep reading and reviewing... xD
Leon headed back downstairs and into the basement. He heard the sound of dogs paws patting against the ground as they walked. He turned a corner and two rottweiler dogs turned the corner in a slow walking movement. The dogs had missing pieces of flesh, white eyes, sharp jagged teeth, and pieces of their ribcages visible. The dogs charged at full speed toward Leon. Leon fired his magnum and the dog's legs gave out, causing them to fall to the ground. They quickly got up and let out a snarl because Leon had made them angry. He fired into their white eyes and they collapsed, spewing blood everywhere. Carefully stepping over the mangled corpses of the dogs, led him to a long L shaped hallway. He saw a door that said weapon storage, which used a card reader. The light above the door was blinking red so it obviously was locked.
"Dammit," Leon sneered. Examining the hallway and randomly choosing a door ended him right up in an office. There was a zombie who resembled a man in a black suit. He smelled of rotten crap that had sat in a toilet for a week, his clothes were tattered, and he had blank white eyes that resembled nothing more than his utter urge for food. The room was cluttered with bookshelves, papers, and a small desk in the center of the room. A few over turned chairs and some blood splotches on the wall. Leon deeply felt sorry for the people who had died from the virus. Once every zombie was a living, breathing person, with lives, and families. The zombie immediately started to make its way around the table, maneuvering around the knocked down chairs. Leon held up his magnum and gave a good shot into the zombie's right temple. Two more shots in the forehead and it was all over, the zombie falling to the cold, hard ground, still twitching. He reloaded the magnum and walked over to the former zombie. Pinching his hand through the black suits pockets, he found a card reader key card.
Maybe my luck is finally turning out good. Other than a couple of breath mints and some gum wrappers, the suit was empty. On the table were some recent newspapers of "Raccoon Times"and an ID Card. Carefully reading it, the zombie he killed was named Duncan Fletcher, a part time assistant for the evidence room staff. "Rest in peace Duncan," Leon muttered as he slowly walked back into the hallway. Using the Key card, the door slid open to reveal a small, dark room. Leon flicked on the light switch, illuminating the room with a bright ceiling light. Inside, there were no zombies and plenty of magnum clips. Leon put his magnum in his gun pouch on his belt and picked up a Benelli M3S shotgun. He put some ammo for the gun in his pocket so now he had two guns. He saw a Remington gun and a fanny pack to hold items, but he'd leave them for Claire to find. Leon went back into the hallway and then he realized his hand was still injured. Leon found a door that said "Medic" so he crouched and walked in.
Inside was a small waiting room, with old issues of "Entertainment Weekly." The body of the receptionist, Gloria Ironbach was sprawled on the floor. She was face down on the old ornate rug that had decorated the room. Her left arm was completely missing and some blood tissues were visible around her neck and shoulder areas. With cracked purple lips and ripped pieces of flesh, Mrs. Ironbach didn't look too good. He walked past her through a small door into an operating room. A few stretchers and a medicine cabinet were visible. Sitting against the East wall was a nurse with dirty blonde hair and blood stained clothes. Leon observed her to see black bullet holes in her throat and heart. Someone must have been through here, he thought. Also lying on one of the operation tables was a doctor whose face looked completely disintegrated. The doc had blackened clothes and blue fingernails. He walked over to the medicine cabinet and shuffled through the items until he had found a can of first aid spray. Leon felt better, but knew he needed some sort of vaccine for the virus. Leon grabbed a couple of band-aids and headed back out into the waiting room. As he walked by Gloria she reached out and clutched his ankle. Leon let out a quick yelp of fear before shooting her in the mouth. She dropped to the floor and made no more noise. Leon let out a few slow breaths to get his heart rate back to normal. He noticed a small Aeropostale Belt on the remains of Gloria. Picking up the belt, Leon fashioned a shoulder strap for the Benelli M3S shotgun.
Back in the hallway, another door read "Indoor Parking Lot". He walked in to find a couple of parked cars and a wide spread of bodies. Taking a few steps, a gun fired and missed Leon's left leg by three inches. He turned to see the person who fired was an Asian American in a violet red dress with black pants on emerging from the shadows of a parked sedan. She lowered her gun and took cautious steps toward him."Sorry about that, when I saw the uniform I thought you were another one of those zombie cops," the woman said."Who are you?" Leon asked.
"Ada Wong, I am here looking for my boyfriend John," Ada explained. "I know his good buddy Ben Bertolucci is in the holding cells hiding, but that truck is blocking the door." Ada pointed to an armory truck across the parking lot blocking a door. Leon wasn't an expert on the map of the station but, he thought she was right about there being holding cells back there. The question was how did she know? Only authorized personnel was allowed down here unless she was on the force, but I doubt that. Leon didn't really buy her innocent girl look, but what else was he going to do? The two of them walked over to the car and Leon saw there were no keys in the ignition. Ada asked Leon to help her push the car out of the way. Both of them slowly pushed the car far enough to get to the door. "Thanks, catch you later," Ada said while running away and leaving through the door. "Ada, wait!" Leon yelled.
Ada kept on running, thinking of the close call she had with those zombies earlier. She ran out of ammo and was trapped, but luckily she had found some clips hidden behind a potted plant in the corner. She killed the zombies and walked on until she found a water bottle. She washed the blood off her sneakers so she wouldn't be followed, but this amateur cop had found her anyway. Well, if this cop stood in her way from collecting the G-virus sample, she could always just kill him. She ran down a hallway, past an old looking door, and saw a metal door that said "Holding Cells". She entered and looked around until she had found a man asleep in one of the holding cells. How pathetic, She thought. In a situation like this, he fell asleep! "Wake up!" She yelled. The man stumbled off his uncomfortable bed and stood up. "What do you want?" He asked. "My boyfriend, your good buddy John, works for the Umbrella Arklay Lab, but he went missing and I heard a rumor that you know where he is," Ada exclaimed. "I don't know where he is?" Ben replied. "Listen to me, you better not be playing any tricks cause I swear, I'm not the woman to mess with," Ada exclaimed while holding up her gun. "What do you know?" Ada exclaimed. She then heard the cop's footsteps running down the hall. Why won't he leave me the hell alone, Ada thought. She quickly lowered her gun. Leon charged through the door and ran up to Ada.
"Don't run off like that, I'm responsible for your safety," Leon explained. Leon looked into the holding cell and saw a man. "Is this the guy you looking for?" Leon asked."Yes, Ben Bertolucci," Ada responded."Why should I tell you people anything?" Ben asked."Look Ben, you have to come with us if you want to live," Leon explained."I'm not leaving this cell because this is the safest place out of this whole station, plus this monster is walking around and you guys can have fun running into it," Ben replied."Look, I'm the only cop still alive in this station and I'm calling the shots," Leon responded.
"I didn't think it was that bad," Ben replied. "I know a way you two can escape, go back to the other door in this hallway and you should enter an old dog kennel," Ben explained. "There is a manhole that leads to the sewers inside, but it's not going to be easy." Oh great, more shit to do, Ada thought. Ben is making me want to kill him even more by the second, but I wont kill Leon, she thought. Ada had a thing about killing the innocent and besides, she liked cops. Even though Leon was only an amateur, anyone willing enough to risk their lives to help people and do what's right earned her respect. She would only kill Leon if she really had to, but what Ada wouldn't admit was she actually liked having Leon to keep her company. It beat being alone in this crazy mutated town. I need to lure him away from Ben.
"I'll go check it out," Ada calmly said. She turned and left the room."Ada wait!" Leon yelled. Quickly thinking, he ran up to her and reached for her arm, gently but, firmly grasping it. " Let go of me!" She yelled. " I told you not to run away like that," Leon said. " Look, I can take care of myself!" Ada yelled. She jerked free and ran up to the other door in the hallway. Inside was a dog kennel like Ben had said. There were two of those Cerberus' in one of the kennel cages and they both were leaping at the locked cage door. Ada crossed her arms, waiting for the officer. Shortly after, Leon entered the room. "Look Ada, I know you don't want my help, but-
Leon didn't get to finish his sentence because the Cerberus' broke through the cage door. Leon and Ada fired their guns. Ada had a 357 revolver, which packed a punch much more than the 9mm she originally had. The clatter of the weapons echoed throughout the dank room. The first dog put up a fight, but died as quickly as it took the second one to attack. The Cerberus leaped and grabbed a hold of Ada's dress. She groaned as she tried to jerk free. Leon pointed his new Benelli M3S shotgun straight for the dog's head. A clean shot to the brain was all he needed as the dog lost its grip and fell straight down to the floor in front of Ada. "Thanks," Ada said. Leon just nodded his head and looked around for a manhole opener. He saved my life already, maybe I could let him stick around, he may prove himself useful," she thought. "Got it," Leon said while positioning the opener under the cover. Leon opened the manhole cover up to find a ladder going down into darkness.
"Listen Ada, I found this girl and she's still in the station somewhere, if we find her, we can all go down into the sewers together, we'd stand a much better chance," Leon suggested. "Forget it, I'm not staying one more second in Zombie Ville," Ada exclaimed. She started down the ladder, ignoring the man while he yelled her name. Leon headed down after her. She saw him and waited at the bottom impatiently. They both reached the floor of the sewer, with murky green water up to their ankles. Leon pulled out his walky-talky and turned it on. "Claire, I'm heading into the sewers, can you meet me there?" Leon asked.
"I'm on my way," Claire responded over the walky-talky. He turned it off and slipped it into his pocket. There were bodies of men, women, children, and cops all over, floating in the water. "This is sick," Leon muttered. "There had been an attack in the garage earlier, I didn't witness it, but I heard the screams," she explained. "Guess this is where they dumped the bodies," Leon added. "It looks like something got to the bodies after they were dumped here because no zombies could have done this much damage, even in packs," Ada exclaimed. Oh that's a good thing to know, Leon thought. Like I wasn't already scared shitless. "Do you have any ammo that you can give me?" Ada asked. Leon reached into his pocket and handed her a clip. "This isn't the right ammo, never mind," she responded. "I never introduced myself, my name is Leon Kennedy," Leon replied. "Alright, well you already know me," Ada sneered. I really don't care if he's a cop, the second he becomes an interference I'll blast him to bits, Ada thought.