Resuscitated Survivor.

 She winces at his touch, letting her hand slip to hold his bloodstained fingertips, lest they quickly turn to claws. “Don’t let it go to waste…” She opens her eyes, bravely. Her heartbeat’s beating in her ears but she can’t look away from his face. She’s seen those red eyes many times before but not at this distance, where she can pick out all the fractals of scarlet and crimson. “Going to n-need the enzymes in your tongue to stop the bleeding.” She smiles, despite her shaking. She’s growing cold here without the weight of him.

 It’s the heat that’s making everyone restless, and it’s getting to her head, stirring bad dreams of training in the coldest indoors of the Antarctic base, twisting her form half on her stomach, all her sheets tossed to the floor. “M’no…” She calls softly, then abruptly. “…behind—not leaving you behind.” Breathing’s hard, she’s not so sure she’s even managing it, with a vague sense of where she is back in her room. “Hun–?” She mumbles, blinking towards awake. There’s someone at her door, and in her stupor, she forgets who else lives here. “Who’s there?”

He heard a bit of it, a nightmare? it startled him when  there was the sudden question, hesitating, why was he hesitating? “Its uh...Steve...are you okay? i had a feeling....so i came to check.”

[{☣}] - “Then, I say, you got a pretty good throwing arm, you angled it right, most would make a mistake with the distance of the throw and cause a bounce back. Not too shabby Steve.”

If this really was his first time using an explosive, then Leon was a bit more impressed, despite not using them before, his throwing arm was pretty good, granted since a frag was pretty small, but most didn’t get a good angle whenever they did throw or it would take a bad bounce and backfire, thankfully, he seemed to have at least a general idea of how to use it. Maybe this kids luck wasn’t as bad as he thought, he had been found and someone now knew of his survival, he knew Claire would be ecstatic, she would be so glad that the one she had loved was still alive. With the things that Claire he been through opposite of Leon, he knew that Claire could use some good company, good company being Steve. 

Leon was usually much too busy, but whenever he had free time, he would usually check in on Claire from time to time just to make sure she was getting by okay, things were only getting more difficult for the two of them as well as the other lot that had been in this never ending war against Bioterror.

A shrug at the young man’s next sentence. Leon was definitely one of the many other veteran’s that had been fighting this war. Aside from himself, there was also Chris, Claire, Jill, Barry and Rebecca and Adam though he couldn’t really out a finger on which side she was on. Then there was also the people who were still relatively new to this war, with the exception of Sherry who was considered a veteran in terms of experiencing the horror back in Raccoon alongside himself and Claire. Sherry’s her battle was only just beginning. The newcomers to this war were Jake, the infamous son of the late Albert Wesker’s estranged son and Helena, his trusted partner in the DSO, she always had his back and he had hers.

Leon had to chuckle a little when he mentioned Umbrella hating him, hate was definitely a mere understatement. Because of everything due to his survival of the ghost town of Raccoon, he knew way too much. He was sure they had a definite grudge against him for his survival.

[{☣}] - “Thanks. Oh yeah, they really don’t like me. Just like Claire, I was one of the survivors in Raccoon City, so I know way more than they’d like me to know.” 

With that, Leon took point and lead the way down the long hall, there were lots of doors to look through. Leon looked back over his shoulder at the other.

[{☣}] - “If you see anything of use, like ammo or a herb, definitely grab it, god knows what the hell is waiting for us as he go further in.” 

After he said that, Leon found a green medical herb and grabbed it, crushing it up and pouring it into a vile so he could mix it with others he would find. Drowned out moans could be heard behind some of the lab doors, thankfully it didn’t sound like a lot of them like they had previously heard before the group of them were eliminated by the caving in of the rubble as well as the grenades as well.

“I might have played a little ball before the whole prisoner of umbrella thing” he’s being honest at least, but had never thought something like that would come in handy in the art of zombie killing.

Which he could do easily by the way, weapon or not, but no need to shove that out in the open yet, he’s already infected, no need to upgrade to monster now.

“Right-o” spotting things wasn’t his strong suit tho as he was told to look for ammo and the like, but he had seen that stuff with rockfort so knowing that it should be decent.

Seriously tho who leaves that sort of crap laying around.

He knew there was the off chance than this explosion could possibly alert something much more LARGER and D A N G E R O U S, but with the amount of drowned out and low inhuman moans and loud pattern of dragged footsteps, it was safe to assume that there was almost a whole horde of them in that hall. A horde that his ammo alone wouldn’t last whilst taking out, he came prepared and expecting a lot, but wasting and time and ammo with a group of undead that would keep them pressed in the current location which could also possibly occupy them while the aforementioned bigger possible threat would find them.

[{☣}] - “Yeah I know the risk noise brings, but its a helluva lot better than running the risk of getting swarmed in this area.”

This was a very bad area to get swarmed in, so Leon felt that the risk of more noise would be much more safer and efficient then running the risk of being surrounded in this very small and narrow cell block, the added risk with the fact that there were only two doors in this entire area, one to the back where they were before, or the hall leading into the next area which was currently occupied by several zombies.

Opting that a mere rock might not be as echoing, he scanned the room and found an old cracked empty glass beaker. Grabbing it, he would crouch down low and keep to the wall next to the door frame, the doors of this side were missing, so he was glad they were blind. Poking his head out, he saw several shadows of undead slouching around, there were a lot. Looking back, when Steve gave his okay, Leon nodded then made three fingers, counting down to one, he put his other hand down and gave the follow up nod he aimed for the old cracked landing across from them and threw the glass beaker, it shattered as it hit the ground, the glass breaking causing all the zombies inside to be alerted with several loud hisses, the two would see the horde immediately rush towards the area of the sound.

Wasting no time, Leon removes the tab signaling Steve to do the same, then as the last little bit of the horde joined the others, he chucked it, the sound of the Leon’s metal bomb clanging on off the wall then landing on the ground directly below them while Steve’s landed however he threw it, as Leon’s exploded, so did Steve’s, the support beams crumbing in the explosion causing the whole part of the ceiling surrounding the horde to topple down onto them crushing them, putting a sudden stop to all the high and low hissing and filling the hallway with silence as the smoke clears.

[{☣}] - “Not bad kid, I can definitely tell you’ve dealt with this type of thing once before. Come on, we should probably get moving before any other guests show up.”  Leon would lead the way down the hall drawing his pistol again to take point.

“What if i told you this is my first time with explosives” it had his ears ringing, maybe worse then the other considering his current state as a weapon.

But he agreed that they needed to move, so he’d follow the other farther into the hall, not really trying to look at the crushed bodies on the floor, they couldn’t hurt anyone right?

“You’re the one who’s obviously done this the most, i just survived an outbreak...hardly” he was just a child then, he made mistakes and without Claire he wouldn’t be here....

He had scars to show for it.