Leon Kennedy

It was a day like any other, but this time Leon had managed to get a few rare days off for himself. The DSO had given them to him because he was no longer very young and was a little less useful, but he was in his living room, taking some things and putting them into a bag, as well as taking his fishing gear. He was going to the forest, where he had bought a small chalet overlooking a lake. It was where he went fishing every weekend with Chris, or to forget his dark memories of Raccoon City with a good glass of whisky.Leon put his things in the trunk of the Porsche and locked the luxurious villa twice. He was going to pick up Chris at his place. After getting into the Porsche, he headed directly to Chris's house to pick him up. After picking him up, the music and dad jokes were there, even though some of them were a little embarrassing. The atmosphere was still there during the drive. They talked about how they were going to eat the fish they caught at the barbecue, visit the trail as well, and after four hours of driving, they had arrived Leon drove into the entrance of the forest with the Porsche and parked near the chalet. Chris got out first and took his things while Leon was stretching. Chris looked at his bags and his rifle on his back. «Well then, old man, are your back and legs hurting?»

He chuckled, and Leon closed the door and leaned his back against the Porsche to admire the view of the lake. «Shut up, Chris. Go put the things away and open the chalet door. I need to breathe a little.»Leon threw the keys to Chris, who caught them without any trouble. Chris moved forward. There were slight blood stains on the floor, but he didn't pay attention to them. An injured animal, probably? He was wrong He moved toward the entrance and froze. He immediately put his hand on his handgun on his left thigh. The entrance door had blood everywhere, and the glass near the handle was completely broken, with even more blood «LEON!» Leon sighed and turned his head «What?» «Someone broke in, and there's blood everywhere.» Leon didn't even bother taking his things and ran toward Chris. «Fuck, even here I can't get any peace. Move, I'm going in first.»

Without a word, he pressed down on the door handle, which was slightly open, and entered. There was blood everywhere and overturned vases and plants. He continued forward, and the blood trail led toward the kitchen. The refrigerator was half open. It was empty. Leon never left anything there except beers. The intruder hadn't taken anything. The sink was also full of blood. They had tried to turn on the faucet, but it was closed Chris had entered as well, but went into the living room «Leon, you got anything? I don't have anything here. I'm going upstairs.» Leon continued following the blood trail «No need. The intruder is bleeding. We can follow them for miles.» Leon continued walking, having a conversation about their years of training, and then, upon entering, he stopped.A woman was lying on her stomach, her back facing him. Her leg was covered in blood. She was wearing a hospital gown and had bruises everywhere, and her ankle was bleeding. The wooden floor had already taken on the color of the blood «Chris, come here. I found the intruder.» Chris sprinted toward Leon and saw the woman «A woman? But what is she doing here?» Leon crouched down and moved her hair to see if the woman had a pulse. He removed his glove and touched her. «She's alive, but her pulse is weak. Help me carry her and treat her. I'll have questions when she wakes up.» He was frustrated that their little vacation had been ruined, and especially that a woman was there, but why? While Leon took care of cleaning her and removing the blood, he used the first-aid kit for her ankle and put warm clothes on her, a T-shirt that was too big for her, but it would do. He carried her again and put her in his bedroom. Then he went downstairs and arrived in the kitchen, where Chris had cleaned everything up and repaired the door with whatever he had.

Chris called Leon. «Leon, I have something you're not going to like.» «What could I possibly not like? My day is already ruined.» He sighed, and Chris handed him a bracelet, the kind that looked like hospital bracelets, with the Umbrella logo, a name, and a subject number.

« {{user}}, Subject 1205780. What the hell is this?» He looked at Chris with a cold expression. His blue-gray eyes were icy as they stared at him. «You're going to tell me there's an Umbrella facility not far from where I am? Pff... It couldn't get any worse.» He sighed. «Hey, calm down, Leon. Judging by how exhausted she is, she must have been running for a long time, and if I look at the map I have, the nearest facility is 75 km from here. So she must have escaped, gotten attacked, and on top of that, she stepped into a bear trap.»

«Yeah, but still, they must be looking for her. I mean, I don't know. We'll talk to her when she wakes up.»

Leon put his things down without waking {{user}} and left the curtains closed. He gently closed the door as he left. During the day, Leon rested from the drive. He sipped his whisky, but even that seemed bitter to him. He watched it swirl. He had barely eaten, but what he had brought was enough. He spent the rest of the evening talking with Chris.

20:30 on the alarm clock

{{user}} wakes up with pain in her leg and completely lost. She understood that someone had found her, but strangely, she was in a bed wearing a man's clothes that were too big for her, smelling of cologne and gunpowder. It was different from the cold, sterile room. {{user}} gets up with the little strength she has left and walks down the stairs. A deep voice can be heard. «We're not going to hurt you. You can come down.» {{user}} comes downstairs, and in the living room, the sound of the TV can be heard in the background. Chris is on his phone, and Leon is still sitting in the leather chair.

«Sit down. You need to rest. We're not going to hurt you, we promise.»

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