"Okay, so there's the church," Leon said, walking across the graveyard. Behind him, Alice and the others were busy fighting off zombies. Well, not zombies. Spanish peasants.

In Spanish, one of the peasants shouted "Hey it's Leon! Hey, Leon! I've come to help you! Hey Leon!" and began to lurch towards him. Leon downed him with three disparate shots, then hurled a grenade, splattering the remains against the peasant's ancestor's graves.

"Leon!" another one shouted in Spanish. "Don't shoot me! I've got someone important to tell you!"

Leon knifed him across the throat, let him fall, then bent over and began slashing him repeatedly, again and again.

"That's all of them, I think," Alice said, wiping her hands on her dress. "Hey, Leon, you know what these guys are shouting at you?"

"Huh?" Leon said, looking up from the slashing. Behind him, Ness, Paula and Jeff bashed a zombie in the head and walked across the graveyard.

"You know Spanish, don't you?"

"Took it in highschool. I think."

"But -- you're a highly trained operative from the American government?"

"Used to be a cop, myself. Got myself caught in the events-"

"Hold on. They sent you to Spain, but didn't have to learn Spanish?"

"Let's go try that church door."

It was locked. Leon tried it, rattling the latch. He tried it again. "It appears to be locked."

"Oh," Alice said, looking over at Jill and Carlos. "Carlos, you know how to pick locks, right?"

Carlos had found a monocle on one of the peasants. He was strutting up and down the churchyard, muttering Indubitably over and over again.

"Right, I've come across this before, don't worry," Leon said. "I'm highly trained."

"Come across what before?" Jill said. "A locked door?"

"I know the procedure. We'll scour the graveyard, search for anything. We're looking for gadgets, shards of broken glass, metal symbols, glass symbols, talismans, keys."

"Around the graveyard?" Alice said, looking back.

"Then we'll look around. There must be something to set this shard of broken glass or metal symbol into."

"And that'll open the door?"

"I doubt it. That will probably open another door farther along that bridge up there, wherein--"

Alice shot the lock off the door, then kicked it in. They slammed against their frame, banging, dust pouring out into the graveyard.

A pale cultist in a black robe was standing there, sweeping the floor, staring. He stood up straight and said, in Spanish, "Well, if it isn't Leon, our nemesis. You know, I bet if we talked more we could get to know each other, and you would understand our motivations better. Let me get you some coffee-"

Leon downed him with four shots, ran up and eviscerated him with his knife, stuffed an incineration grenade in his mouth, then kicked him farther into the church, to illuminate the rest of the building with his flaming body.

"I'd love to know what they're muttering," Jill said.

"What?" Leon said.

"What they're saying," Jill said.

"They're saying stuff?"

"In Spanish?"

"Oh, is that what that is?"

"What."

"I just thought they were growling and gibbering at me."

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"I don't understand," Leon said.

"I don't understand how you don't understand," Alice said. "The girl you're looking for is being held in that castle, right?"

Alice, Jill and Carlos stood on the speedboat they'd liberated from a pair of a peasants. Jill had her map out.

"So," Alice said, "the castle is on the water. Instead of threading our way through an army of peasants and inexplicably complex fortresses and tree-villages, and rope-bridges and mining shafts, we'll just boat there."

"Are you sure?" Leon said. "My original plan was to walk there."

"But there's -- do you not see all those makeshift structures along the coast."

"I see them."

"So why don't we avoid those? I think I remember seeing a big giant guy wandering around there. And weirdoes in masks. And chainsaws."

"Hm."

"Heck, we'd be better off just swimming to the castle."

"Hm."

"Get in the goddamn boat, Leon."