Leon S. Kennedy

((This is part of a fic challenge spread over multiple journals. The full table of links can be found here.

Note: Fic takes place during Resident Evil 2))

He knew right then he was losing hope. Some would call it being realistic, or being prepared. He wasn't prepared for this, any of this, and neither were they.

Once he managed to pick himself up off the floor of the sewer, he ejected the clip of his 9mm. He popped out four bullets, mentally assigning a name for each one. Sherry. Ada. Claire. Leon.

The four had survived so far, but it was largely on luck more than anything else. At this point, Leon was dragging himself around, lurching much like the zombies surrounding the place, with bloody bullet wound in his shoulder. He didn't know what could've happened to him while he was out cold. What could've crawled on him, or bit him in that sewer. He didn't even know how the others had fared.

He couldn't help but think, now, that if it came down to it... that if he had to... that if he had to tell them to...

He wasn't about to give up. He was still breathing, so things were far from over. But...

If they didn't get out of Raccoon alive, they weren't going to get out undead, either.

((This is part of a fic challenge spread over multiple journals. The full table of links can be found here.

Notes: This fic is part of rp canon.))
He was surrounded by silence, a very uncomfortable and awkward silence. He knew that coming here was a mistake, it always was. But there was a part of him that hoped that this time would be different. As the silence lingered on, though, all he could think was that he'd rather be with Claire.

He'd settle for being anywhere but here. A strange thought, since "here" happened to be home.

No one seemed sure of what to say. The adults just gaped at him in muted surprise. The kids, to whom he was a virtual stranger, sat quietly confused by the grown up reactions to his presence.

Maybe he should've called first, told them that he'd be nearby in Philly on business. Maybe he should've taken off his tactical gear; guns and grenades at the table were bad manners. Maybe he should've made more noise when he first entered; he was so quiet that it was nearly a minute before they noticed him there. Perhaps they thought he was a ghost. Maybe he should've asked Claire to come; this would be easier with her here.

Maybe he shouldn't have come at all.

( maybe... )