This chapter was originally called "Who knew Americans were so beautiful?" Funny huh? Oh, and I'll leave the translation dictionary at the very end.

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"September 30, 1998..." Leon thought as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

"It's a day I'll never forget. The cop inside me died that day. And that night, Raccoon City was wiped out. Thanks to the bioweapons created by Umbrella Somehow, I made it out. But too many others weren't so lucky. I was "asked" later to join a top-secret government program. Not that I had a choice. The training and the punishing missions nearly killed me. But at least they kept my mind off everything. If I could just forget what happened that night—the pain—even for a second. This time, it can be different. It has to…"

Pale blue eyes blinked as they focused on looking down at a picture of a young blond woman smiling back at him.

"So, tell me, Yankee... Why did you come to this horrible place? As close to nowhere as I've ever seen." The older policeman snickered, staring at the road.

Leon moved his head to look at the side of the police officer's head and said, "Let's just say—looking for someone."

The old man turned himself back to face the road as he spoke. "That someone must be very important, eh? The chief gave the orders himself. "Help him," he said.

"Well, I'm sure you boys didn't come all the way out here to roast marshmallows," Leon said, deadpanned in the face.

The old policeman laughed.

Leon shrugged. "Or maybe you did."

"You have a strange sense of humor. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Just between us. A lot of people have gone missing around here. And it's been that way for a while now." The old man replied, looking in the rear-view mirror at Leon.

"Well, then... should be just another day in the office, right?" Leon replied back, staring out the window.

"I mean, last week, there was a search for some missing hikers." The old man laughed again.

"I'm sure you'll do your best to help me." Leon sighed.

It was when the younger police officer stopped the car. An old abandoned house and pathway nearby could be seen outside through the back window.

"I think this is it." The younger one announced.

The following, after the older one turned to Leon in the back, "Nature calls, eh? I'll be right back." He then took his seat belt off and left his seat. The only thing making noise in the car was the radio quietly playing in the background.

The older man spoke to himself in Spanish. "It's freezing out here."

The younger man-still in the driver's seat, rolled his window down and replied back in Spanish, "You drink the whole bar?" Only a shush sound was heard as a reply.

The younger officer then pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "You smoke?" He asked Leon.

Leon waved the cigarette away in reply, deciding to stare into the forest instead.

There was the sound of pants unzipping outside of the car. "This is one hell of a gloomy place." The old man shivered, feeling someone nearby. In Spanish once again, he spoke, "Hey? Anyone there?" Deciding to check the noise out.

The younger man still in the car turned on his radio to only hear a strange crackling sound. "He sure is taking his time. Did he fall in?" The younger officer pondered, looking out the window. "Maybe you better go and take a look?" He then looked into the rearview mirror at Leon. Leon silently opened the door and left the car. He only took a few steps when the driver told him, "I'll watch the car. Wouldn't want to get a parking ticket."

"So much for helping me," Leon muttered. He ventured deeper into the forest, finding the buried path that was barely visible from where he sat in the car. He wandered around the old property. No one was found. "How far could he have gone?" He grumbled questionably. As he continued up the path, he found a gruesome picture of a rotting cow corpse surrounded by candles. The flies happily ate that night, though. Soon, the blonde found a house that didn't seem abandoned yet. Despite the threatening atmosphere the house had, he ventured inside anyway. There was no turning back now. He walked into the foyer and into a hallway. He slowly checked the first room to his right. A messed up bedroom was found along with an interesting make-shift cross or charm with a quote in the back, which translated to "Judgment is Nigh." He left the charm where he found it and left the room to find a locked door and another across from it ajar. The blonde then walked over and slowly began to open the door. The light from the room slowly spread over the dark spots of the doorway. He slowly stepped in to find a dining room with a live fire in the chimney.

"Anyone home?" he spoke into the empty room. He then walked further in as the door slowly started to close by itself behind him. Revealing an old bearded man who looked like he had seen better days… The blonde assumed that he was the owner of the house and began speaking to him as the man seemed to mumble to himself. "Uh, sorry to barge in like this." He paused, noticing him speaking Spanish. Leon switched and spoke in broken Spanish. "Buscando un policía. Vino aquí?"

The bearded man ignored him and walked over to the stove to add some wood to it. He continues to mutter something to himself in Spanish. Leon glances closer and notices the police officer's badge on the floor. It's splattered with blood. At that moment, the bearded man surprised Leon from behind with an axe. Reflexes kicked in, and Leon pulled out his knife and shielded himself from the blow. He threw the bearded man off him and pulled out his pistol. The man fell to the ground-neck cracked, unmoving. Leon had no time to process the information as he then heard a distant scream from upstairs. He gasped, muttering to himself. "This is not good." Finding a key near the corpse, he picked it up only to follow a rotten stench that came from the coludren over the fire. "Man, that stinks," he gagged. He then went to investigate the house's basement using the key-he originally found. The blonde's stomach churned with unease. He discovers the gruesome corpse of the previously absent cop at the far end of the room. His death was obviously not easy. The walkie-talkie on his chest emits a frightened voice. "I read you!" He breathed. "What's your situation?" He raised his voice. Only a scream was heard after. Leon dropped the walkie-talkie angrily. "The hell is going on?" He muttered to himself again. He began walking out of the basement when he heard a creak of the dustboards above him as dust fell from above. He paused, whispering to himself, "What was that?" The previously dead man began slowly walking down the steps. "No fucking way!" Leon then brought up his pistol and shot the man rather quickly in the head. The corpse dies again. "This just keeps getting worse." He breathed. He began walking back up the stairs, carefully sneaking past another man upstairs. He found more stairs leading to the attic. He quickly locked himself up in that room. He discovers many photos tacked to the wall. In one of the photos, he notices a girl who resembles the missing person he came there to find. Leon then placed his finger in his ear on the handheld transmitter.

Leon spoke, "Roost, this is Condor One." A woman was the heard from the other end.

The woman spoke, "Hunnigan here. What's your sitrep?"

Leon responded, "The president's daughter—Baby Eagle. It's likely she's in this village."

Hunnigan smiled. "Our intel was correct, then. Well done."

Leon continued, "I need a location on a nearby lake. She may have been taken there."

"Copy that. I'll see what I can find." Hunnigan nodded to herself.

"Hurry up. Something's happened to the people here. My escorts are—" Leon was then interrupted by approaching footsteps, followed by someone busting through the attic door with an axe. Leon moved his attention to the busting door. "Gotta go. Talk later." He ended the call.

The villagers enter the room, seeming like they are in their right minds. There eyes screamed, "We are going to kill you." Leon felt that and spoke, "I'll let myself out!" He followed, running to the nearby window, and jumped out, breaking the glass. He then tucked into a roll, breaking his fall. He got back up to find the villagers staring down at him from the window. Then the anger in their faces seemed to dissipate as they slowly walked away from the window, disappearing from Leon's view. Weird. They didn't follow him out. He didn't dwell on that thought for long as he continued deeper into the woods, crossing a little bridge to a gate where his path began to wind among several decaying houses, eventually leading him to the village's central square. The young police officer was there. Being burned on a pole by the locals. He shouted and writhed in agony. Leon observed everything with binoculars.

Uncertain, with no way of getting the police officer down in time, he tried to walk quietly behind some of the houses to avoid being seen. It didn't work, seeing as he was noticed by the locals too, and they began chasing him with every intention to kill him.

Unknown to him, white eyes followed Leon's every move from above. The eyes watched as Leon ran into a home and locked himself in as the ganados tried to get in. He watched as he popped out from the upstairs window and began shooting the locals. He watched as some were able to catch him and try to hold him down. Though they were unsuccessful, the mysterious blonde was able to get away each time. It was interesting to watch, to say the least. Especially when the one with the chainsaw tried his shot and missed each time and instead was shot with the bullet. This mysterious man set off something unknown to him. He didn't want to assume and left that feeling alone. He knew that the beautiful blonde fighting for his life down there would not make it. It was futile. So he left, leaving the mysterious, pretty boy to his own devices.

Leon looped around another house while reloading his gun. Why were there so many? He thought, knowing he would run out of ammo with the number of locals that kept popping up out of nowhere right after he would kill another. Though it would seem that his prayer would be answered as he heard a loud bell chiming in the distance. The locals paused what they were doing, and Leon followed suit. He was in the middle of the town square, gasping for air as the locals around him dropped their weapons and entered a trance. In front of them, a small church building had its door swing open mysteriously. Confusion swept over Leon as he watched the locals slowly make their way to the entrance in front of them. He heard them call out.

One woman spoke, "La campana nos esta invocando."

"El nos invoca." Another older man said.

Another younger man mindlessly stepped into a puddle as he spoke to the air, "Tenemos que servir."

"Lord Saddler, todo poderoso." The last man muttered as he passed Leon before becoming the last one to walk into the church. The only thing before Leon could think was when that last villager turned around and seemed to stare directly into Leon's eyes before continuing his trance and slamming the door shut, hearing a loud click after.

A short silence followed. The sun was shining through the gloomy clouds above him. He could hear the wind flow through his now sweat-soaked hair as he looked at the leftover locals he had left dead around him. So in the spur of the moment, as realization set in, he spoke.

"Where is everyone going? Bingo?

Bringing his finger to the transmitter in his ear once again, he listened.

"Roost to Condor One. I've identified a route to the lake. Look for a large windmill. There's a path on the far side of it." Hunnigan told.

Leon replied, "Windmill. Copy that."

"And be careful. Roost out." Hunnigan ended.

Thankful that his support seemed to care, he moved his attention back to the situation he was in. Leon began to look around the settlement, gathering any valuable artifacts that remained. He then went over to examine the charred corpse of the young police officer before continuing down the trail. "These people are sick." He thought out loud, turned away, and made his way to the next gate.

He found himself down a short cobblestone pathway, which led to the next part of the town. A small barn sat there next to a two-story farmhouse. He looked around to see some more locals muttering what seemed to be prayers to some unknown false god. They mindlessly continued to work, not noticing a new face emerge in their part of town. The blonde killed those nearby silently. He moved on, looking around, and found that these barn animals were being kept in hazardous conditions. It didn't help that he found a large wooden coat in the back of the barn, right next to a small shed filled with rotten corpses. The pungent smell burned Leon's nose. That is going to take a while to forget. Making his way to the farmhouse, he saw another entrance to his left. A mill. However, the pathway across was blocked by a metal gate that was locked up tight. Leon went up to see if he could use a lever of some sort to open it back up. To his dismay, he realizes that the mechanism is lacking a wooden cog.

So he began his search, encountering some more of those crazed locals. Or were they even people anymore? Probably not, Leon thought. Though the last one he fought was a little tougher than the others. He was much taller than Leon, big on muscle, and wore a disgusting pig mask. His clothes were ragged and dirty, like those of the other locals. Except his weapon of choice was a giant hammer. Interesting, to say the least. He was strong, but slow and Leon was quick. He quickly took out his newly acquired shotgun and pulled the trigger-aiming straight at the pig's face. The masked man fell to the floor with a loud thud and began to twitch. Leon did not understand why the thing began to twitch, but he knew it was probably going to be bad if he continued to let it twitch. Leon then grabbed his knife from his holster and took a knee to stab the corpse in the neck. Luckily, his intuition seemed true, seeing that the twitching of the body stopped. A sigh of relief escaped from his lips, realizing he also found the cog nearby in the rouble of the two story farmhouse. He made his way back to the mill, walking over to the lever and inserting the cog into the lever's mechanisms. He pulled it, hearing the successful movement of the machine.

He quickly made his way back to the main pathway and over a large wooden bridge. He finds a large, old, but fancy house at the end of the bridge. Locked up tight, of course. To his right, the pathway continued, and an old cart holding the corpse of a cow sat within it. He pushed it out of the way as the smell insulted his nose. It seemed like these villagers were doing everything in their power to stop Leon. For example, blowing up the side of the hill to block his path. They jumped down to try and kill him. He easily evaded them and went around the ruble, making it to a lakeside with broken old houses and, of course, more murderous villagers. Something in Leon told him that these weren't exactly villagers anymore. Their minds seemed to be absent from the crazed, murderous looks they gave him. No matter, a few dozen more bodies lay in his wake. Finally making it to a lonesome house at the end of the pathway. With a broken bridge off to the side of the lake, he went to the front door of the lake house.

"This is the place?" He thought out loud as he kicked the padlocked door in. Walking inside, he found the air to be still and stale. He could hear something new in the distance besides the constant beeping noise that he followed into the hallway. Quickly disarming the bomb, he walked into the next shambled room. That loud rambling noise became louder. He randomly found an old black and white picture of a man with his son, or grandson? Whatever. It was still an old family photo, maybe of the family that used to live here. He put the photo back, moved the bookcase on the other side, and began to move it as he muttered, "What's that noise?"

It revealed a new hallway, which he then walked down into what seemed to be a storage area. He turned his head to the end of the room to find another local kneeling on the floor. Nailing something into the ground. Before he could get a sneak attack, the local seemed to notice the new presence and got up and slowly turned around. Revealing an ugly, angry face and a hand holding an axe. The blond quickly brought up his weapon and shot. A bullseye. The old local quickly dropped to the ground, groaning as the axe fell from his hand. Leon walked over to the wood that was being pounded into the floor and removed it to find a removable trap door. He was already in this deep, and he plopped into the darkness. A basement. It didn't seem to be much with just household items being stored down there. He ventured farther into the room to find a corner connected. He flashed his flashlight, finding a moving body bag moving violently back and forth. Leon went to check it out. Taking a knee-he began to untie the top. The sides of the bag quickly unraveled to find a bound man with his mouth taped shut. He ripped it off sharply as the man responded with a loud grunt.

Complaining as he said, "That hurts, you know?"

"It seemed like you really wanted to talk." The sarcasm dripped off the blonde's voice.

"How observant, señor. Now, say—you got a smoke?"

Straight to the point, Leon thought. He continued, "You know, those things will kill you."

"Oh, well, maybe just untie me then?" The man questioned as he turned to rest on his stomach. Though the odds seemed to be not in either of their favor, large footsteps suddenly popped up behind them. Leon watched the unknown man turn to look behind him and yelled, "¡Joder! Not this guy!"

Leon quickly stood up and shined his flashlight behind him. Showing a very tall man with a long, thick beard and wearing a hat. His face showed no emotion, and only his dead, cold eyes stared back into Leon's.

"Who are you?" Leon questioned the new, unknown man. "OK, stop right there!" He warned about bringing out his weapon. Though the blonde seemed to be no match as the weapon was smacked out of his hand. Without being given enough time to think, the taller, uglier man picked up Leon by the neck. Leon couldn't breathe, feeling his feet float above the ground and then the feeling of air being brushed past his body as he landed on the wardrobe on the other side of the room. The man in the body bag looked away, feeling terrible that he couldn't help his "hero".

The taller man made his way over to the now passed out blonde, taking a needle out of his coat pocket. Almost bringing the needle to Leon's neck, he pauses as the man in the body bag watches the hat man hold his head in pain. He grunted and panted as the intense pain washed over. This was new, the man in the bag thought. Finally, the hat man returned to his normal facade and put the needle back into his pocket, watching as the hat man picked up the blonde from his uncomfortable position and slung him over his shoulder.

Then the hatman walked over to the bodybag man and knocked him out with the heel of his shoe.

Translations:

"Buscando un policía. Vino aquí?"

(Looking for a policeman. He came here?)

"La campana nos esta invocando."

(The bell is summoning us.)

"El nos invoca."

(He calls upon us.)

"Tenemos que servir."

(We have to serve.)

"Lord Saddler, todo poderoso."

(Lord Saddler, all-powerful)

Joder

(Fuck)