Good morning, good afternoon, good evening! So, I have decided to delete most of the chapters of this story as I am going to rewrite it.

I realized that the story was... boring... well, cliché, at least. I wrote Leon as a hero who always accomplishes his missions in the most practical way and never gets even a scratch on him, and that was a big mistake.

I want Leon to be a strong character, to be complex and have a personality. I want him to be badass, yes, but I want him to be a badass who knows he's not perfect. I want him to be badass suffering from the consequences, suffering from the injuries, but who can accomplish the mission no matter how detonated.

I want him to bleed, I want him to suffer, I want him to cry and the way the story was going, I kind of prevented this from happening, as a consequence, Leon wouldn't grow as a character.

So here I am, remaking the story.

Resident Evil is not for children, I made the mistake of "censoring" my story, taking it easy on the characters. But then, I realized, this is Resident Evil, I don't have to "take it easy".

So, yeah... I hope I can finish this story soon. College really sucks...

And well, I was on vacation, so I decided to enjoy it with my family, that's why it took so long.

Thank you if you read this far, thank you for reading this story, and thank you for being here.

Enjoy!


Leon is awakened suddenly by the abrupt noise of the door opening. The light hit his opened eyes in surprise and he closed them again, sighing slightly at the inconvenience.

"Mr. Kennedy, it's time." The neutral voice of one of the guards hit Leon's head like a brick. The day had come faster than the blond would have liked.

He couldn't sleep very well that night, nightmares. Both nightmares about everything that happened in raccoon, and about Claire and Sherry.

In a way, he even thanked that soldier for waking him up, he was dreaming that he had failed to get that vaccine.

Without saying anything, he stands up, blinks a few times and yawns for a few moments, before looking at the guard with an arched eyebrow in doubt.

"Is the training going to start like this, straight through?" He asked, looking at the guard, who in turn made a motion with his head. To Leon's surprise, another man entered the room, walking briskly towards him.

The blond man was confused, and a little intimidated, it didn't take a genius to realize that something was wrong. Or, that he had done something wrong, which didn't make much sense.

"Can't I even go to the bathroom-" He was abruptly interrupted as he received a strong punch to the stomach, a blow that caught him off guard. Leon gasped and knelt on the ground, with one hand on his stricken stomach.

Before he could even recover, the man who had entered grabbed him by the neck and forced him to face him.

"Don't speak unless you get permission! Get up!" The man ordered, letting go of Leon with some force, and the blond man grunted slightly, both in pain and anger.

Ah, how wonderful.

After a few moments, he stood up, still with a sore stomach, and despite the certain hesitation he felt deep inside, he faced the guard with cold eyes.

To his slight misfortune, the guard seemed to not care much.

"Follow me. And watch your step." The guard in front of the door said, not waiting for a response and already turning around.

Leon resisted the urge to sigh, and soon began to follow the guard.

His head ached from the poor night's sleep, he felt tired. He had no idea how many days had passed since he had been taken to that place. But he knew that it had only been a few. No more than four, at most. An extremely short time of rest after Raccoon, not physically, of course, but mentally.

The corridors they followed were long, wide, with several paths leading to wards that Leon had yet to see. To his chagrin, the place reminded him of Umbrella's underground laboratory.

They walked for some time, until they reached a large area, still inside the base. The area was guarded by several guards, all wearing heavy military gear. Military rifles, ballistic vests, and they all looked ready for a war.

After one of the guards in front of him showed a badge and stated the reason they were going outside, he gestured for Leon to enter the elevator.

Still silent, Leon did so, and soon arched his eyebrows in surprise to see that none of the guards entered the elevator with him. But before he could even ask, the guard pressed one of the buttons and the doors closed.

Leon blinked a few times, still confused, and just as the elevator began to move sideways, a compartment came out of the wall with something that looked like an audio device.

Looking at the elevator with analytical eyes, Leon picked up the device. The elevator had no glass, was a complete dark gray, and didn't even seem to have cameras, although the blond suspected that these were also hidden.

Examining the device in his hand, he closes his eyes slightly. A earpiece.

He didn't like that, but after sighing softly, he put the earpiece in his ear.

"Mr. Kennedy?" William's neutral voice greeted him, and Leon clicked his tongue in disgust upon hearing it.

"...Aren't you going to answer me?" William asked after Leon was silent for some time.

"Oh, am I allowed to speak now?" He returned half bitterly.

"Your job will require extreme discipline from you. It is as essential as your skills to the accomplishment of the missions." William replied in his neutral tone that was already becoming common for the young man, who just took a deep breath.

"Ah, Mr. Kennedy, I see I'll have to emphasize the discipline issue very strongly, this is no way to talk to your superior. This attitude of yours must go, otherwise punishment will become part of your daily life, and I assure you, you don't want that." William said it so neutrally that it seemed he didn't even care, but Leon could feel it, his skin tingled, there was a certain undertone of menace behind the neutrality.

Well, he would indeed be working for William now, so, like it or not, he would have to treat him with proper respect.

Argh, the sooner he gets used to that, the better it will be for everyone.

"... Yes, sir." He replied, feeling the elevator stop moving, and was a little strange that the doors still remained closed.

"Good, I'm glad you understand. Now, I hope you had a good rest." William said, and as soon as he finished his speech, the doors opened.

Leon stepped slowly out of the elevator, his eyes scanning the only corridor there, long, gray, but well lit.

His footsteps echoed through the place, and the fact that he heard nothing but his own footsteps made a chill run down his spine.

"As I mentioned in our meeting previously, this job is not for everyone. Only the strongest of the strongest will survive. There is no such thing as luck here." William said as Leon moved forward, and after a few moments of walking down that corridor that seemed to have no end, he finally came upon stairs that led up to an iron door.

"We've recruited people who looked promising, spent millions to erase them from the outside world only for them to turn out to be a disappointment in the end. And that is why, before the actual training, we must know if you have the basics necessary for this job."

The door opened as soon as Leon approached, causing the young man to pause for a few moments, until he stepped through the door.

Blinking a few times because of the glare from the sun that bothered his eyes, he soon looks around. He couldn't help but be surprised to see that he was in a dense forest.

The trees were tall, the weather slightly cool. In the background, he could see what appeared to be a hilltop, but it was too far away for him to know for sure.

"In the tree marked with red paint in front of you is a small pouch with a glass vial with a greenish liquid inside marked A-1, take it." William said, and Leon immediately focused his eyes on said tree, doing as he was instructed immediately afterwards.

"Think of it as a little test. If you pass, you'll get the necessary basics that the job requires, and then, later today, the beginning of your training. All you have to do is, find two other vials, one purple in color with the markings B-2, and the other red in color with the marking C-2, after that, you will have to take it to the research lab which will become accessible in 7 hours." William said, and after placing the pouch around his waist, Leon blinked a few times.

A rather... easy test. Surely there was something behind it.

"It can't be just that, can it? Ahm... sir..." Leon asked, suspicious.

"No, it can't, it would be too easy, wouldn't it? It's only three vials in total, for 15 people participating." Leon slightly widened his eyes.

"Are there other people around here?"

"Yes, Mr. Kennedy. Basically, this is a race to see who is the most skilled to get all three vials." William replied. "Good luck."

"No, wait!" Leon exclaimed, however, William did not respond, and he could no longer hear anything. "Damn it!" He complained.

If there were only three vials, and that he had already started with one, it meant that he would have to steal the other participants' vials.

What the fuck kind of test was that? What would happen if he didn't get all three jars? Would he fail? Then what? He would be kicked out of there? What about his deal? What about Claire and Sherry?

Damn it!

Leon, without realizing it, began to breathe harder as these thoughts flooded his mind. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. The poor night's sleep and his empty stomach were not helping matters.

Taking a deep breath, he began to regulate his breathing, feeling his fluttering heart slowly calm down.

Looking around, the blond man ran his hand through his hair in nervousness. Where should he go now? How would he find the other vials?

And what would he do if he found someone else who...

He shook his head. He would think about these things when the time came, there was no reason for him to feel nervous and dwell on it, standing there in the middle of nowhere.

Looking up, he focused his blue eyes on what appeared to be the top of a hill. Well, a high place was certainly a start, more visibility of the area, and with slow steps, he began to walk.

With each step he took, the more apprehensive he became. The forest was dense and silent, and again he found himself enveloped by the sound of his own footsteps and his uneasy breathing.

There didn't seem to be any sign of an infected out there, but no matter what, he would feel safer with a weapon. Even if it was just a knife.

Leon sighed.

The hill he had seen was further away than he had expected, for after many minutes of walking, he had not yet arrived. However, at least the forest was beginning to change.

Ahead he could see a small lake. It was shallow, and more like a large puddle of water on the ground than a lake in itself. At the top, the top of the hill, a small cliff that was close to the lake. If someone fell from there, they certainly would not come out unharmed.

Leon went around the large puddle of water and tried to climb the small hill. As soon as he reached the top, he ran his eyes over the surrounding area.

Despite the sea of trees around him, Leon could see two places of interest, and one that might be of some use.

A few meters ahead was a small observation tower. It looked empty and destroyed, which didn't give much cover, but there might be something there because of the smoke that emanated.

A few hundred meters to the side, what looked like a house... no, some kind of building. Also destroyed, so one couldn't tell exactly.

And in the distance, far away, almost too far for him to see, a white-walled building. Perhaps the laboratory William had mentioned.

What was striking, however, was that there was no direct path to it. The building was on an island a few miles away.

Well, he already suspected this because the entire facility was underground, but the confirmation struck him differently. Where exactly was he? That's all he could think of.

Shaking his head, Leon turns to continue on his way, but just as he does, he is hit by a punch in the face, causing him to stagger back a few steps, grunting both from pain and surprise.

As he recovers, he looks up at his attacker. A man in his thirties, perhaps, certainly older than him. The man had short red hair, blue eyes and pale skin, he had a good physique but was not much different from Leon.

The blond man, for his part, widened his eyes as he saw the man move forward to attack him again.

"Wait!" He tried, however, the man ignored him and tried to punch him again. This time, Leon saw the attack and managed to react, ducking slightly and throwing his body to the side and stepping back a few steps soon after.

"Listen to me! I don't want to fight!" Leon tried again, but in response, the man threw a rock in his direction, and in reflex, Leon put his arm in front of his face, defending himself from the rock, but leaving him vulnerable for the punch to the stomach that hit him full on.

Gasping for air, the blond man bent down, grunting again as another punch hit him in the face, and he fell to the ground.

The man then kicks Leon in the face and tries to grab the pouch that he had. However, as soon as the man put his hand on the pouch, the blond reacted by turning his body to the side and punching the red-haired man in the face, causing the man to take a few steps away, giving Leon time to get up off the ground.

The man moves forward again, giving Leon no time to fully recover, and tries a straight punch to the blond's face. The ex-cop dodges, but the man is fast, and attacks before Leon can counterattack.

Taking a few more steps away, Leon waits for the next attack, and as soon as the red-haired man tries to hit him, he sidesteps and lands a punch to the man's nose, followed by another punch to the side of the face and a kick to the chest.

The man recovers quickly, wipes the blood that had begun to drain from his nose and moves towards Leon again.

The blond man tries a side punch, but the man blocks it and counters with a straight punch to Leon's face. Immediately after, the man hits a side punch, followed by another punch to the chest and a kick to the ribs.

Still holding on to Leon, the man pulls him towards him and begins to strangle the blond man, who was trying to free himself as best he could, but to no avail.

The more Leon struggled, the tighter the man seemed to squeeze, until the blond man began to despair as he ran out of air. His blue eyes in agony ran across the red-haired man's expression. There was no fear, no doubt, no anything. Maybe a little pity, as if the man didn't really want to do that.

Fuck that.

Raising his arms, Leon begins to strike against the top of the man's elbow, causing the grip on his neck to falter. Only a few moments, but enough for Leon to straighten his posture and throw himself backwards, moving a few steps away.

The man grunted at the blows that hit him, but soon reacted.

Leon was quicker, however, and landed a kick to the man's stomach, who bent over and gasped as he felt the air run out of him.

Quickly, the blond hit another punch to the man's face, who turned and knelt after being hit. However, he soon reacted, and as he turned around again at great speed, he threw dirt into Leon's eyes who had moved closer to land another blow.

Leon grunted loudly as he felt the dirt hit his face, and then grunted again as he was hit once more with a punch.

The man grabbed him again by the neck, but this time, Leon did not allow himself to be strangled.

The two began a power struggle, neither letting the other take the advantage, and they struggled with some force as they did so.

Until, at one point, Leon hits the man in the face with his elbow and kicks him in the chest, causing the man to move a few steps away.

What neither of them expected, however, was that the man would go straight to the edge of the hill.

Both men's eyes widened, the man tried to balance himself, but his body began to fall toward the puddle of water below.

Leon tried to help, jumping towards the red-haired man with one arm raised to catch him. However, it was too late, and the man fell down the hill.

The sound of the man's body crashing into the shallow water echoed through the place, and Leon looked down with evident concern. No matter what was his situation, he didn't want to kill anyone.

He didn't even want to kill the police chief, Irons, even though he had shot him in the knees and left him for dead. If he could do differently, he would.

But before he could do anything, he heard footsteps just behind him and he turned suddenly. Another man was running towards him, this one different from the other.

He had long black hair tied up, looked young with a small beard, and skin a few shades darker than Leon's. The blond man stared at him.

The blond man's eyes widened and he tried to react. He managed to grab the man's arm, and his frightened eyes stared at the knife in his hand.

The man reacted quickly, however, and seeing that he couldn't stab Leon, pushed him so that he fell down the hill.

Leon grabbed him for balance, but he tripped over a small rock that he hadn't even seen there, and soon, they both found themselves falling down the hill.

At least he didn't fall from up there alone.

Leon couldn't help but scream as he felt his body freefall, his wide eyes focused on the top of the hill that was receding faster and faster as his body approached the shallow water.

Soon, he closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact, which was not long in coming.

The pain was not immediate. First, he heard the noise of the fall, deafening and even desperate for a few moments. Then he felt the icy water covering him, it seemed as if he had fallen on top of something.

The corners of his vision went dark, he felt his consciousness leave him for a few moments, and then came the pain in his back.

The shallow water helped absorb the damage from the fall, but not enough, and Leon found himself struggling to breathe.

Trying to ignore the spreading pain, he lifted his body out of the water and took a deep breath. However, he was soon taken by surprise again when he felt a kick in his face, sending him back under the water.

The blond man despaired again as he felt one hand grab his arm, and the other squeeze his neck, then a weight on top of his body, keeping him under the water. The huge puddle was halfway up a grown man's calf, but lying down, it was still possible to make someone drown.

Leon tried to free himself from the man's grip, but it seemed to be all in vain, his strength draining away as he ran out of air again.

His vision darkened once more and he felt his body growing weaker. In that instant, he seriously thought he would die.

Leon was not a violent person, he never had been. However, desperation hit him in a similar way to when it hit in Raccoon, and a burst of adrenaline coursed through his veins.

He had a considerable advantage. He was no longer dealing with indestructible monsters, he was no longer dealing with tyrants or lickers. He was now dealing with a human, with the same weaknesses that he had.

With his free hand, Leon scanned the man's face, who was trying to turn his face away from the blond's fingers. However, the blond did not let him get away, and quickly stabbed one of his fingers into one of the man's eyes, who in turn cried out in pain and backed away in reflex.

Leon rose from the water and took another deep breath, coughing a few times as he breathed, feeling his strength slowly returning.

Once he had recovered enough, he stood up and stared breathlessly at the man in front of him. Blood was dripping from his pierced eye, and he looked at Leon in irritation.

"Te voy a matar comemierda." The man said in Spanish, and Leon didn't respond, he just stared with a certain coldness at the knife the man had in his hand. A combat knife that, although wet now, was still a little dirty with dirt.

Which meant two things. Either the man had very dirty clothes, or that knife was buried in the dirt or thrown into the forest.

Which made sense.

Slowly, Leon raised his arms up, still panting, but this time not because of nearly drowning.

"Please... enough of that... I'll give you the vial." Leon said, lowering one of his hands to his pouch. However, the man seemed to not care much.

"¿Qué crees que estás haciendo? ¿No sabes que no sirve de nada? Te dejo vivir aquí, te mueres después, ¿cuál es la diferencia? "The man said again, but Leon didn't understand much. He had only studied the basics of Spanish. Now he regretted it.

The man tossed the knife from one hand to the other, as if playing with the blade as he began to circle Leon slowly.

The blond man shook his head again, almost begging him to stop. He had seen too many people die already. He really didn't want to see any more bodies for now, even though he knew he would encounter much worse things in the future.

The man advanced again, and Leon reacted. He would try not to kill, that was his goal.

Knock him out, simple and without the risk of either of them dying.

Easier said than done.

The man tried a horizontal strike to Leon's stomach, and Leon dodged it, taking a step back. The man reacted and stepped forward, again attacking. This time a vertical cut from the bottom up.

Leon dodged again, but the man was faster and struck again almost immediately after. In reflex, the blond man put his arm in front of his face, and grunted loudly in pain as he felt his forearm being cut.

Blood dripped down, the red mixed in and dissipated slightly from the water at his feet. It wasn't a very deep cut, but it was wide, it would certainly leave a scar.

He could not care about his new wound any longer, for the man soon attacked him again.

The man took a wide step forward and tried to pierce Leon's neck. It was all too fast. The man certainly had experience with a knife.

Leon narrowly managed to dodge it, and he held back a groan of pain as he felt the side of his neck being sliced by the blade. Again, it wasn't a deep cut, thank goodness, and it didn't hit any important parts, but like his forearm, it would certainly leave a scar.

Leon ducked at the next attack and decided to act. As soon as he dodged, he landed a punch to the man's stomach, causing him to buckle and grunt in pain. However, to Leon's surprise, the man recovered faster than he expected and raised his arm upward with the intention of stabbing him in the back.

The blond man threw himself back harder than he wanted and ended up losing his balance. The man realized this and reacted quickly.

Crap!

Leon gasped and gritted his teeth, his eyes widened and his heart raced as he realized that he would not be able to dodge the blow completely, and he couldn't help but grunt as he felt the blade pierce the side of his abdomen.

His voice failed, his eyes focused on nothing, and his mind stopped processing everything but the pain that grew stronger with his despair.

He was stabbed... his body became hot, and the place where the knife had been stuck seemed to be on fire. It was a similar feeling to when the Licker had scarred his chest with its claws. Not as bad, but the thought of death was also present.

Leon, in reflex, gripped the man's forearm tightly, preventing him from removing the knife, and after a few moments, the blond finally looked into the man's eyes.

Nothing, no fear, no guilt, none of it. Just conviction. That man was focused on killing him, and for a few moments, Leon imagined that look in the monstrous eyes of the creatures in Raccoon.

If Lickers had eyes, their gaze would probably be something like that, who knows. Or maybe a look of hunger, anger...

But they had something in common - they wanted to kill him. Honestly, Leon didn't quite know how to feel.

On one hand, he should be used to it by now after everything, but on the other hand, a living person trying to kill him was... different.

And then that's when recognition hit him. His job would literally be to fight indestructible monsters and terrorists. People created those monsters, people wanted possession of that power, it was somewhat obvious that in the future he would have to deal with people too.

Deep down, he always knew, he just refused to accept it.

But he couldn't prolong it any longer... that would be his life now. Either he would adapt... or he would die.

A bitter taste mingled with the metallic in his mouth. He reacted, setting aside the rules of morality that the normal world had installed in him.

This was a matter of survival... the rules of the outside world did not work there.

Quickly, Leon landed a headbutt on the man, causing him to take a step back.

Focused, the blond man pulled the knife out of his abdomen and, in one swift movement, kicked the man in the stomach, raised his hand, and stabbed the man in the neck.

It was all too fast, just seconds. Everything had gone numb, the noise muffled. Leon's eyes met the man's, wide-eyed, desperate, agonized, and just then he watched the red liquid run down his attacker's neck.

The blond man said nothing, didn't move, just followed the knife still embedded in the flesh that descended as the man lost his strength, until he fell to the ground, and remained there, motionless, his head submerged.

He had taken a life... he had killed someone.

He felt bad, but at the same time this bad feeling was numb. For a few moments he stood still, confused, not knowing exactly how to proceed, until he blinked a few times.

" It was him... or me..." He whispered to himself, more as a comfort than actually a fact.

"It was him or... or me." He said again, this time a little louder, shaking his head.

As if he could actually take his own word for it.

"Yes... it was him or you." A deep, tired voice with a bit of an accent and in pain made itself present at his side, and Leon on the spur of the moment, raised his knife and stood in an attacking position... more to defend himself from whoever it was than to attack.

He blinked a few times as he saw the red-haired man standing there, panting and with his blood-stained face looking at him with enigmatic eyes.

"... I don't want to fight." Leon said, slightly shakily, trying not to pay attention to the red dripping down the blade in his hand.

"не говорите ерунды" The man said, spitting out some blood. "I believe we don't have much choice... I know it... you know it... so do the other participants." The man said, straightening his posture and putting his hand in one of his pockets.

Leon lowered his gaze for a mere moment, agreeing with the man deep down, even though he didn't like it.

"If you don't like it... why did you accept the offer?" The man asked, beginning to circle Leon slowly. The blond followed him, neither of them looking away.

"... I... I had no choice." The blond replied, swallowing dryly.

The man stopped, Leon followed him. The redhead then smiled in some nonchalance, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe it.

"What a situation, huh? I... have some broken ribs from the fall... and you... are stabbed..." He circled Leon again, who did the same. "I admit you fight well... by the looks of it... cop, right? Inexperienced, you have some things you need to improve on." He stopped again, staring at him.

"I have nothing against you, but I'm sorry, I'm not going to die here in this forest." The man said, getting into attack position, much to Leon's dismay.

"Hey, look... I can't fail here... I said I had no choice and if I fail... some people important to me will die... I won't let you take the vial and get me kicked out of this test but... I don't want to kill you." Leon said, and the man, for his part, stared at him unblinking for a few moments.

To Leon's surprise, the man smiled, almost as if the blond's line had been funny.

"What? Kicked out? Is that what you think will happen if you fail here? Hahaha." The man scoffed, shaking his head as he laughed.

Leon clenched his eyebrows, putting his head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"For God's sake, put your head to thinking. You won't be kicked out if you fail... you know too much. This organization is secret, hidden even from your own government. No chance they would let a person who knows about them just walk freely around." The man said, and slowly, Leon's eyes widened with realization.

"Wh... wait... they... they will kill anyone who fails?" He asked, more to himself than to the man, hoping that for some reason the redhead would say what he wanted to hear.

"Of course they will. Ha, I think that's pretty obvious." The man said, raising his arm to drink from the herbal mixture.

Leon blinked a few times... William didn't warn him about that... he had no idea that he would have to kill all the other participants, even if indirectly, to pass that test.

But... if that was the case, then...

The blond man took a deep breath, the world around him seemed to go into slow motion. The noise around him became muffled, and his heart beat like drums in his ears. His two sapphires watched as the man pulled a small vial from one of his pockets.

Leon recognized that flask. It was not like the one he was after, no... it was a mixture of herbs, and that man was about to drink it.

The blond man reacted. He was far away, so he attacked the only way he could think of, and with a small part of his movements tinged with desperation, he threw the knife at the man, hitting him in the shoulder and causing him to drop the glass vial.

The man grunted in pain as he felt the knife pierce his flesh, giving Leon the perfect opportunity to act. A surge of adrenaline again coursed through his veins and he ran towards the red-haired man, who soon focused his eyes on the blond.

The man tried to react, but Leon was quicker and hit him with a punch in the face, making the redhead stagger a few steps and struggle not to fall.

The pain in Leon's abdomen became more intense from the sudden movements, but he forced himself to ignore it, despite feeling his body getting slower and weaker.

The man recovered and kicked the side of Leon's leg, making him kneel on the ground and unable to react to the punch to the face, which again knocked him down.

The blond man managed to get his arms on the ground, avoiding being submerged. However, he could do nothing to defend himself from the kick he received, and ended up falling again, but with his torso up, trying at least to keep his head out of the water.

He opened his eyes, and soon felt short of breath as he saw that the man had removed the knife from his shoulder and was preparing to kill Leon.

A piercing attack from top to bottom, strong and fast, all the blond could do was grab both of the man's forearms.

The force was great, and Leon could feel the icy tip of the blade rubbing his chest, causing shivers to run through his body.

He grunted as he tried to fight the man, trying to push the blade up as hard as he could.

No chance he could overcome that man in strength. Not in that position, not in that situation.

But, he could use the man's strength against himself, and that was exactly what Leon did.

It was risky, it was all or nothing. Releasing one of the man's forearms, Leon quickly placed his hand on the tip of the knife handle, feeling the blade come even closer to his chest.

However, before he was stabbed, he spun his body to the side, causing the man to become unbalanced and pulled the knife handle back, thereby causing the blade to turn and quickly pushed it forward, stabbing the man in the stomach.

The redhead, like Leon, gasped as he felt his flesh being pierced. But, unlike before, Leon drew the blade again and stabbed him once more, this time just below the chest, making sure that he would be the one to get out of there alive.

The man staggered back a few steps, incredulous. Both he and Leon watched the blood drain and drip into the water, staining the place red.

Leon closed his eyes tightly, feeling guilty. If there was any other solution, he would do it.

Turning around, he crawls over to the herbal mixture, picks up the vial, and quickly drinks it. The faster he could recover, the better.

Gasping slightly, Leon allows himself to sit in the water for a while, feeling the mixture act on his insides and the water refreshing his body... even if it was stained with blood.

In front of him, the redhead was still staggering, until he fell out of the water, his back to the ground, coughing up blood and his body trembling.

Leon watched him, thinking about the words he had said earlier.

He had nothing against that guy either... much less the one he had killed earlier. He didn't even know them.

Killing them made him feel even more guilty, and he held back from vomiting. He couldn't waste the herbal mixture.

Damn it, even though his body was healing at this very moment, he felt horrible. He... felt like the worst man in the world.

A scumbag.

Leon removed his gray shirt and tied it tightly around his abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding faster.

He was tired, hungry... confused, disoriented and nauseous.

Leon forced himself to get up. With staggering but hasty steps, he approached the red-haired man, who was still in agony on the floor.

The redhead did not look at him, but knew that he had approached.

Looking at that man, in that pitiful situation... Leon felt a lump in his throat.

"... I... I had... I had a daughter." He began to say, his voice embittered by his blood, or was it tears? Leon didn't know, he just kept silent. "Umb... Umbrella took her... took her as a lab rat... she was sick and..." He shook his head and closed his eyes, gritting his bloody teeth.

Leon felt even worse.

"That's why I accepted... her name... her name is Lisa..." He could not finish his speech as his eyes became empty, his breathing ceased and chest became still.

Leon felt a small tear run down the side of his expressionless face.

He felt... he didn't even know how to describe how horrible...

And he had no idea if it was a good thing that he was there in that man's last moments.

He felt as if a great burden had been placed on his shoulders when he heard that the man's last breath had been his daughter's name.