Story Title: Build a God, Then We'll Talk
Summary: Sometimes the best person for the job IS the trained monkey.
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing, both creative and traditional. And maybe some blood.
Author Notes: So yeah, the thing I missed? That would be the swamp area. Yeah, when I was intially writing this I told myself repeatedly 'Do NOT Forget The Swamp' and you know what I did? Forgot it anyways. *Pulls a face* Figures really. I would have had this rewritten and posted if the Powers That Be, hadn t taken away my internet. *Grumbles about it.* Much thanks to Chains and Shadowelf14 for reviewing. Not so sure I like the added swamp bit. But I didnt feel it was complete without it. Also: STOP KILLING MY QUOTATION MARKS, stupid ff.
To Chains: Awww, but what else am I suppose to fight zombies off with? Either way I totally agree with you on the age thing, man does it ever bother me when a person charecter can fart rainbows and make the world a better place for it.
Shadowelf14: *Waves and bows* Thankyou.
Disclaimer: Nothing witty today, massie headack from work. I no own, you no sue? Cept for Trouble, she's mine and then some.
Chapter Five: The Nitty Gritty
By: Tamuril Telrunye A.K.A Bamvivirie
After searching the other huts, I and Leon decided to try the doors on the other side of the clearing. Only one proved to actually be open, (How DO they get anything done honestly) it opened to a swamp with all its wonder.
It was musty, and dark. Strange mist wafting about, wrapping the area around us in a strange cloak. It wasn t terribly THICK mist, but enough to be annoying.
At first it seemed like a normal stretch of trail, a slight slope accompanied by a medium sized shack on the side. The shack itself held w few boxes of ammo, and some pestas that would no doubt be of use later. Sheer stone walls on either side funneling us downward, with the criss-cross of wooden poles along each side.
A trail marker sitting at the top screamed slight warning to us, red wood strung with skulls and bones as Leon hesitated before waving me over to the side.
I've seen this before. Stay here, I'll scout up ahead. And he was gone, creeping down the hill quietly as I waited somewhat indignantly. Grunting caught my attention, and I looked up in time to see a pair of Ganado pushing at a giant bolder above.
"LEON, GET OUT OF THERE!" He looked up before leaping out of the way as the bolder slammed down between us, and I felt myself hold my breath as it rolled down the path before slamming into the stone wall further along the canyon. I clenched my teeth, trying to open the eyes that I had closed before I could see if the Agent who had been my friend was currently paste on the canyon wall or floor.
I stood there shaking for a bit, before an aggravated sigh caught my attentions and I attacked the source.
"YOU GIANT DICK!"I smacked his shoulder, stomping the twinge of relief I felt down with the burning anger I felt, "You COULD have WARNED me!"
"Sorry," He said, for once sounding sheepish, "I actually didn t think about it."
I just put my face in my hands, shaking it back and fourth before sighing.
Just don t do it again. I rolled my eye's skyward before tugging at his sleeve, Come on, daylights a wasting.
The route itself from then on seemed to be rather strait forward, raised bridge like area over swamp. Thin warped boards laid out helter-skelter across equally warped supports provided a somewhat better alternative to the deep putrid smelling water beneath, and Leon seemed to agree as we crept along.
A shout in the distance revealed a ganado, and he in turn caught the attentions of the ENTIRE SWAMP. I jogged forward a bit in the hopes that I could avoid him, and find a somewhat more defensible position in the large shack like area not to far from me, something caught me mid chest and felt myself being flung back with force.
And then things seemed to dance as my ears range, my chest heaving as I lay on the ground winded. What just happened? I tried to sit, but stopped short as the world seemed to sway around me. My ribs ached fiercely, and everything seemed to come in a haze.
A shout seemed to come from far off, and for a moment everything hazed out before slamming back into stark clarity, pain and all.
"TROUBLE!" Leon was shouting, as my head pounded eyes closed to the all to bright light of day. I'd been winded by something, and a brief glimpse told me that I was several feet from where I'd been running. Probably more then several feet actually now that I looked at it. I swayed to my feet, glad to know I was able to use them but more then a little confused as to what had happened. That was a bit more then just hitting my head, hell that was a full blown toss across a couple of feet of boardwalk.
A hand grabbed the back of my shirt, and I struck back with an elbow as it tried to drag. I spun noting that this was definitely NOT Leon, and that I was out off options as far as places to run went because Leon was more then a little occupied at the beginning of the boardwalk. I bolted again, towards the end of the boardwalk. Towards the area of open space that signified the end of semi-solid wood and the beginning of the swamp. Another ganado, standing in-between here and the next segment of boardwalk shouted something as I hopped from the board walk, using his meaty head as a stepping stone a crossed the expanse of murky water.
I stumbled, my balance still affected. Spinning, a bullet to the head put him down, as I caught a glimpse of Leon struggling on the other side with a couple of Ganado before the tell tale blast of a shotgun sounded. I spun and ran, hoping to find some sort of cover. But that hope was soon dashed as I came to a screeching halt momentum sending me careening into a ganado that had been lurking juts out of sight.
Whipping around I attempted to flee, instead of doing the smart thing and using my gun to remove the problem. An arm wrapped around my throat, grasping painfully tight as my body protested more abuse after the last stint. I slammed my elbow back, but luck wasn t with me this time, and all I was awarded with was a grunt as I fought the strong grip of the ganado. Another shout from a familiar voice caught my attention, but my struggling was at the forefront and all else was mute in comparison.
I moved my foot back, as I struggled hooking it around the ganados leg before pulling it forward tripping him back. He pulled me down with him, but for a split second his grip slipped and I took the opportunity to launched myself away rolling. I aimed and pulled the trigger once, twice, three times to the chest and he burst into... Whatever happened when they died.
I brought my gun up and turned back towards Leon, hitting an unfortunate ganado in the leg as he tried to mod the agent. Then from their everything got a bit blurry as everything turned into a flurry of gunfire and ganado ending only when the last ganado fell.
I felt sick to my stomach as I leaned against the shaky wooden posts that made up the poorly constructed railing, footsteps on wood made me look up and I was relieved to see Leon making his way towards me.
"You ok?" He asked.
"I think." I said moving my hand up towards to a strange warmth that had been slowly flowing through my hair, and hissed as I touched a large painful lump just above my temple. Pulling my hand away, I all but growled "Shit."
"What?" He moved pushing my head back and examining the area, his fingers came away red and I felt the queasy in my stomach jump up a notch. He looked in both eyes, pulling a penlight out flash it into them. "Looks like you hit your head pretty good, doesn t seem to serious but at the same time I think you might have a concussion. You start to feel sleepy, you let me know."
"Ok," Was all I could manage as he removed a few antibiotic wipes from his attache case, cleaning the area.
"Feeling queasy?"
"Yeah."
"It'll pass, think you can walk?"
"Yeah."
We walk along the boardwalk until we made it to the end of the valley, before pushing our way through another gate. A few ganado presented themselves as a worthy targets, and by this time me an Leon had a routine, dealing with them proved to be easier than it should have. The path onward split halfway, one heading up to a ridge and another heading downwards. We decided to take the path that led upward, thankfully because we got the drop on our next big challenge.
I will be honest and say I didn t know what to expect when we watched those damn Ganado's dump the poor officer into the middle of the lake.
"Dios malditos bastardos." Was all I could say as I watched them speed away in their boat, looking at the body floating face down. Not even a proper burial.
"What?"
"Oh, sorry. Don t know too much Spanish, but I do know quite a few insults. I use to work at a place where the manager was from Mexico city, not entirely the same but very similar."
"Really. Don t suppose you could tell me what they've been saying all this time."
"Variants of 'Gonna Kill You , Outsider', and stuff like that. Nothing terribly original."
"Hu, figures." I spotted something odd as Leon spoke, hushing him and pointing at it.
"What, is that?"
A dark shadow sum under the surface of the water, too deep to identify but close enough to see. It moved closer to the body of the officer, lining up in an almost ominous way as it came closer surfacing in a split second grabbing the body in a single gulp and diving down again.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Leon jumped back from the edge of the cliff.
"Whu, whu, whu, whu?" Was the only response I could muster as I replayed the sequence in my head. Stop, rewind, watch, stop again rewind- "Zombie Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, what the fucking hell what THAT!"
"It... It looked like-"
"Salamander of DOOM."
"Seriously..."
Silence reigned between us as we shared a freaked out look, although Leon seemed to be much calmer then I was at the moment. Maybe I was the only one freaked out here. Turning I walked back down the path, taking deep breaths before forcing myself to accept it and move on.
"So."
"So," Said Leon in response, just behind me.
"Five Pestas say the Key is on the other side of that lake."
"I'm not gonna make a fools bet."
We stood there for a moment before I punched Leon in the shoulder.
"We better get going, if were marching to our doom we don t want to be late."
"Yeah," Said Leon as he took point, jogging down the lower trail that took us down to another shack and a rickety looking boat.
"Why do I not wanna chance it."
"You don t have to."
"Wait... What?"
"Your staying here."
"Like hell I am."
"You are and that s it. If I have to knock you out, you re staying here. I'll come back with the key and we can get Ashley and go."
"And what if you get your skinny ass eaten? The hell will I do?"
He gave me and exasperated look before handing me his communicator.
"Then I encourage you to improvise, save Ashley in whatever odd way is befitting your style and get the hell out of here. I'm just gonna see if the boat can out run the 'Salamander of Doom' as you called it. Here, take these too." He handed me his Binoculars, "I'll come back as soon as I know for sure."
"I hate this idea."
"I do too, but Like hell am I gonna put you in more danger by dragging you with me."
"Fare enough. Just keep yer skinny ass from getting eaten capish?"
"Of course Don Rain," He mimed kissing my ring, "Anything for the family."
"Be gone with you." I waved him off, odd thought that. Leon being part of a mob. And as he left, my mind did a total mock up of him in a nice black suit, white scarf, black hat and Tommy gun. Yeah, cause THAT would happen.
I trudged back up the hill to watch him go, nervous as I noticed the dark shadow following behind the boat. Please, please, please, be too fast for the damn giant freak. Please. I just made friends with him, and I would be severally distressed AND depressed if he died.
But my wish would go unheard, because I watched as the Giant Salamander speed up, breaching just in front of his boat like a demented whale out for blood. I let out a bone chilling roar that echoed a crossed the lake and back.
I watching in horror as the boat pitched back and forth, and jolted forward suddenly. The rope for the anchor must have jolted off the boat at one point, because I could see the rope attacked to it go taught as the boat was dragged forward by it. Oh god, was it caught on the Salamander thing? Oh god.
Leon tried firing off a few shots with his shotgun, but they didn t do too much good. The thing swam off again, dragging the boat with it and jolting it into a floating log. Leon flew out of the boat, landing in the water.
"SWIM! SWIM DAMNIT GET YER SKINNY ASS BACK IN THAT BOAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I didn t know it he could actually hear me, but he did manage to make it back to the boat just in time as the thing breached once more behind him. Obliviously they thing wanted another snack, hopefully Leon could find SOME way of getting away from it.
He pulled something from under one of the boats seats, throwing it at the thing as it swam past the boat, and I the nearby water turned red with blood as the creature screamed. Great, now it was even more pissed off.
"AIM FOR ITS HEAD! GET IT IN THE EYE DAMNIT!" The eye was an extension of the brain, and while not pretending to know anything about Salamander physiology the brain should be fairly badly damaged if the harpoons went deep enough.
I think he might have heard me, because the next one was aimed at its face. It skimmed off the things nose leaving a gash, but failing to do any more damage as it dove beneath the water. I watched as it circled, beneath the waves. God, could Leon even SEE it?
It breached again, this time headed straight for Leon. It was gonna eat the boat WHOLE!
I felt the muscles in my body clench, my own fight or flight response demanding me to DO SOMETHING!
I felt my hands creep up to my mouth, covering it as I realized that a distress not quiet scream was trying to make its way out of my lips. Leon hurled more harpoons at its head, as it opened its mouth. I watched as one flew into the gaping maw, striking something.
Another heart wrenching roar from the creature, and it dove beneath the waves again hemorrhaging blood. Was this it? Had he gotten something important?
Oh god please, I'm not a praying person. But PLEASE let it be.
A tug and I saw the body disappear deeper beneath the waves.
I also heard the distant pained cry as Leon fell, his ankle yanked out from under him by the rope from the anchor. He slashed at it with his knife, once, twice, three times.
And it could almost hear the snap as it let go, and I collapsed to my knees in relief. Zoning for a bit as I heard the boats motor sputter to life. My hand drifted from my mouth to my eyes covering them in relief.
More time must have passed then I was aware of, because the next thing I knew Leon was attempting to pry my hands from my face.
"I'm ok. It s ok." he said, voice low.
"You, you, you... STUPID BASTARDOS! I thought you were gonna die!" I flung myself at him, hugging a man I barely knew because he was the ONLY normal thing that I had left. "DONT YOU EVER, do that again."
"Glad to see you missed me."
"Yer skinny ass? As if." I said huffing and pushing him away.
"Again with my skinny ass. You have an unhealthy obsession."
"Gurk, Che you wish." I said facing breaking into a grin, "Wishful thinking Agent Kennedy?"
"Hu, no offense. But I've seen better."
I hit him in response.
"Your just intimidated by my womanly figure, and frank nature." I said, striking a pose.
He laughed at that, shaking his head and walking down the path.
"Come-on Femme Fatal, we've got a date with a key."
"Touch ."
Out of curiosity, what happened to 'I will get the key an bring it back?' I said, stopping for a moment and giving him a skeptical look.
Figured you would appreciate it if I came back for you, since there isn't any immediate danger.
Fair enough.
The boat ride was rather nerve wracking at first, but by the time we got to the other side I'd managed to get over it. Now if I could only get over my fear of heights I'd be set.
We clambered out of the boat, and I noted the shack off to one side, and the fish flipping about in the water by the dock.
"One fish, two fish. Red fish- mercury poison."
"You are a little twisted." Leon said chuckling.
"I do try." We joined in a good laugh, the deep belly aching sort of laugh that tingles down to your toes and makes it hard to stop.
We settled a bit, and I put my hand on my stomach. I felt a bit short of breath, but it'd been happening for awhile now so I shrugged it off.
I stepped off the dock brushing my butt of as I went. Call it an automatic reaction to sitting on anything dirty, taking a few steps I grasped my stomach.
"Hu, hurk," I fell to my knees, pain building in my stomach. Not again, god I couldn t take much more of this.
"Shit Trouble, you ok," I felt him attempt to pick me up, "Come-on, let s get you inside-" He made a noise halfway between a gasp and a scream, collapsing sideways.
Synchronized pain, lovely.
I managed to maintain my grasp on consciousness however, breathing deeply, and willing the pain away. It worked, if barely and I managed to get past it after a bit as the pain faded.
Dragging my heavy ass over to Leon, I pushed myself to my feet. Dragging his heavy ass with me, fuck guess he ain t as skinny as I thought. Must be all muscle. I heaved his meaty shoulder over mine, and struggled to the shack. Thankful for the bed in the corner, even if the mattress was nasty. I pushed it off with my foot, heaving as I tried to place Leon on the bed WITHOUT dropping him.
I mean, I am sure he would live through it. But he wouldn t appreciate when he wakes up. If he wakes up that is, whatever it was didn t kill me. But that was no guarantee.
Either way, I managed to lay him down gently before dragging the mattress outside looking around, noting the large door off the left of the cabin. But choosing to ignore it for the time being, before dropping the mattress and heading back inside. Looks like clouds are rolling in, and I don t want to be out here when the break.
I shuffled my feet and rubbed my hands together. A piece of paper caught my attention, and I walked over to pick it up. Noting the slightly dingy surface to the paper.
Anonymous Letter
There's an important item hidden in the falls.
If you are able to get it, you might be able to get Ashley out of the church.
But I'll warn you, the route to the church isn't a walk in the park by any means. They've deployed what s called an "El Gigante", so God Bless.
About what's been going on in your body...
If I could help you, I would.
But unfortunately it's beyond my power.
What? No I miss you, I love you, baby I'll call yah later? Honestly, I didn t know who wrote this letter. But my money was on Luis, or maybe the 'Third party' that was in the last note. Either way, I didn t like the implications.
I looked over at Leon, unsure of what to do. But shrugged it off as I realize just how TIRED I was. Today had taken a toll on me, and I really needed to just sit down. And maybe find some way to make myself warm. It had only gotten colder, and I was beginning to wish I'd worn socks with the sandals that I no longer had. Perhaps they would have been spared and my feet would be warm.
I shuffled over the bed, looked at Leon and shrugged. If it couldn t be help it couldn t be helped. I lifted his shoulders up a bit, moving and shoving a bit I managed to shift him enough to where my lap was acting as an impromptu pillow for him... And stealing his heat.
Don t get me wrong, good looking guy and all but I am only after one thing at the moment, and I HATED being cold.
I was about at my limit really, in the past day or two (I couldn t tell entirely how long it had been) I'd been kidnapped, carried about, attacked in more ways then usually imaginable, thrown, yelled at, dehydrated, violated (In a completely non-sexual way) and insulted.
But that was besides the point. I was running on empty here, and while I knew I should stay awake my body definitely didn t care. I felt my eyes droop a bit, and I fought the wave of sleepiness that came with being warm and stationary.
Ah hell. I'm gonna hate myself when I wake up.
I woke up sometime later, the dark night sky and rolling thunder the only greetings back in the land of the living. I scrubbed the dried out crap from my eyes, moving Leon's head and shoulders off my lap and back onto the bed.
I stretched, grabbing my bag off the floor by the bed and rummaging through it. I managed to produce two bottles of water and a few granola bars, I munched on one leaving the other and a second bottle of water for Leon.
I moved towards the table, digging in my bag once more and pulling out a box of matches. No I don t smoke, but it s always useful to have a source of fire. Checking the lamp for fuel I was rewarded with a positive, so I lit it thankful for the light. A groan sounded behind me, I turned and watched as Leon lurched up breathing heavily.
"You okay?"
He looked at me for a moment, he a bit unnerved as he pushed himself up a bit more. Rubbing his eyes, he stood grunting and rubbing his stomach.
"Yeah, fine-" a ring from his radio interrupted him.
"Leon. it's been 6 hours since out last transmission. I was starting to get worried." Came Hunnigans voice.
"Don't you mean lonely? Anyway, I started to feel dizzy. And then I guess I must have lost consciousness."
"Lost consciousness? Maybe it has some connection to what the village chief was talking about...?"
"Can't say. But I'm all right now. I'm gonna continue my mission." He closed his radio and I poked his meaty shoulder to get his attention.
"Found this after I dragged you in here." I waved the letter at him.
He took a few minutes to read it, frowning at it like it bothered him.
"Well, looks like we know where the damn key is. Don t know if we can completely trust this though. We'll proceed with caution, don t want to be caught with our pants down."
I glared at him, tapping my foot.
"Err, Pun NOT intended."
"Thank you."
I offered him the extra bottle of water, as well as the granola bar. He ate before we walked out of the cabin, and I extinguished the lantern as we went.
And it was raining. Well, don t that beat all?
We walked toward the door set against the wall, opening them slowly before walking forward, and catching the attention of two Ganado s in the process.
But one of 'em didn t look right. Kinda... Sqicky...
What? It s a word! If only in my head.
He looked like I felt after a fifth of vodka and an ass kicking. Not that I did so very often, but there was this one time Downtown after my birthday- I did NOT just get sidetracked.
I heard a sick squelching sound, and suddenly his head exploded. Freaked both I and Leon right the fuck out.
And I know it freaked him out cause he said.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
I raised my gun at the... Tentacle, monster, THING that flailed about out of the stump of what was his head, and pulling the trigger I was rewarded by a high pitched shriek. A shotgun blast from Leon finished it off.
I took down the next and we moved on, this next area was all rushing water and...
"Damn."
"Haha, very funny."
"I can t help it, I'm hilarious."
"Sure you are."
"Everybody s jealous of my gifts." I said jogging forward, leaping from one wooden platform to another until I was a crossed. Leon managed to catch up to me before I could cross the second set.
"How is it that you can jump over rushing water like that without thinking about it, but you take one step onto a raised catwalk and you freak?"
"Principal."
"What?"
"It's different. I CAN swim, I CANT fly."
"Hu, never thought about it like that before."
"Most people don t."
"Kind of has a hint of common sense to it."
"Doesn t it just?" I leaped over the next set before stopping like id run into a brick wall, "Mad gods TITS!"
"You do have the most interesting sayings."
"Hazard of growing up like I did."
The next step in our journey wasn t a gentle slope, a lovely set of stairs or even a nice sturdy ladder, oh no. It was a rope, and a cliff. Someone up there was ENJOYING this, and I know because I could practically hear them laughing from here.
"You can d-"
"Save it. I can t climb without looking down."
"Well."
"I can t even climb a rope anyways... I FAILED gym. I took FIRST AID to get my P.E. credits."
"There goes my first idea... Ok, put your arms around my neck and I'll lower us both down."
"Are you sure you can do it?"
"Yeah," He put a hand on my shoulder, a gesture of comfort that I wasn t entirely comfortable with yet, "Trust me, I won t drop yah."
Why does everyone ask you to trust them? Honestly, it makes me less inclined to trust ANYONE. But I did as he asked, closing my eyes and pray it would be over quick.
"Perhaps in a less choking manner?" Leon said in a pained voice. And I loosened up, "Much better."
Scaling down the cliff was done entirely without my input, since I contented myself with keeping my eyes closed and my legs wrapped around his waist. Like the piggyback ride FROM HELL!
"You can ease up and the death grip now."
"Are we down yet?"
"Yes. It s ok to open your eyes."
"LIES!" But I opened them anyways, just to be contrary. We were indeed on the ground, and I promptly released afford mentioned death grip, shuffling back a bit looking around, ignoring the mud seeping between my toes at the same time.
We stalked forward slowly, silence somewhat foreboding. A platform to the right shook, and a Ganado took a flying leap at us. Leon did an awesome spin kick, sending the unfortunate fellow flying into the river as I aimed and shot another Ganado that had been standing staring at the wall not too far away.
There was another gap in the walkway, but this time it was too big for up to leap over, so Leon had the pleasure of shooting the chains wrapped around a crate hanging above the rushing water.
Leon leaped first, he insisted. Wanted to make sure it was safe, I for on would like to say I am just as capable of judging this as he is. Damn chivalry.
"It's a little tipsy, land in the middle if you can." He called back.
I took a flying leap, bouncing off the box rather than just landing on it and onto the ground next to Leon.
We moved towards the waterfall, ignoring the slight mist coming of the water.
"The catwalk looks like it leads strait into the falls." I said, looking at it carefully.
"Yeah, but the water isn t gonna be good for our equipment."
"True... There has to be a switch or something," I looked around, noting an almost painfully obvious lever on the far side of the river. I pointed, "There, up on that platform."
"Why do the suck at hiding everything but the key we're looking for?"
"Because you touch yourself at night."
"You..."
"Are twisted? Yeah, I think we've covered this."
"You are a pain you know that?"
"Yup."
"Ok, stay here. I'll go flip the switch."
"H'okay."
He trotted off, shooting the chains off a second box. Leaping a crossed, trotting up to the platform that had the switch on it. Flipping it as I waited. I turned, hearing a mechanism grind to work. I watched as the water was diverted by a strange sluice like mechanism, and squeaked as I noticed what was waiting just inside the falls.
"LEON!" I raised my gun firing as several Ganado started towards me, killing one, two maybe before the mobbed me and dragged me into the cave.
"TROUBLE!" I heard as one of Ganado dragged me to the back of the cave, and I freaked out kicking and swinging limbs to and fro. Desperate to get free.
I heard shotgun blasts as I twisted and fought, pulling the trigger to my gun when I could get the chance. Their fingers were bruising tight, the stench of unclean flesh, horrible decaying things filled my nose and I felt the gorge in the back of my throat rise.
I felt like I was being pulled every which way, and closing my eyes I tried to keep what little was in my stomach, IN my stomach. Kicking thrashing as we ran into a dead end, suddenly the Ganado s grip slacked, and I fell to the ground curling into a little ball.
I have had enough of this ride, PLEASE let me off!
A few more shotgun blasts and I opened my eyes, catching sight of Leon kicking Ganado left and right. I pulled my brain out of the realm of pussydom and forced myself into action, raising my half empty gun and emptying it into the nearest Ganado.
Dropping the empty clip I slammed another one home, pulling the trigger and taking as many shots as I dared now that they were so close to Leon.
A few minutes later and we were in the clear, breathing heavily but otherwise barely scathed. I say barely because I was sure I was gonna have bruises come morning, in the shape of fingers and hands no doubt.
"You okay," Leon said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah. Fine." I felt mighty grungy as well, and wished I was back out in the rain.
"Hu, funny how the world works."
"Eh?"
He pointed, and I noticed for first time the round key set into the wall behind us. I grabbed it, ripping the damn thing from the wall and throwing it at Leon.
"You hold it, I soooooo fucking done with this place." And I felt the tunnel move around us and felt my eye twitch, as I notice the wall behind us lift up and reveal a door behind it.
This place made about as much sense as a abstract painting.
Leon rolled his eyes at me, and pulled out his radio.
"I've obtained an object that resembles the cult group's insignia."
"Wonderful, Leon." Came Hunnagins voice, "Head back to the church. Ashley's safety is our immediate priority."
I shrugged and pushed the door in front of us open.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Common sense tells me that this is probably block off for a reason, chances are that it leads back to the area near the church. Or close to it, I for one don t want to go back out in the rain unless I can t help it. Besides, apart from those other two Ganado, who have you seen cross the lake? Us, that s it. So, I would rather give this way a try."
"If you insist."
I pushed the door open completely, to reveal a watery cave beyond. A boat sat in the water, almost beckoning. And I grinned at Leon.
"Shut up you."
"I said nothing."
"You didn t need to."