#davidking

As much as you loved the survivor camp, you longed to return home; whatever that may be.

It was hard to keep track of time in the Entity’s realm, but not impossible. There was a lack of setting sun and the sky seemed stuck in a comatose orange haze. It reminded you of the Grove you had gone to moments before you were consumed by the estranged Deity.

The memories were scrambled; as if someone, or rather something had physically torn them away from your temple. Bits and pieces were remained, but nothing more than a passing thought.

The hope of returning home, or surviving a trial without a single cut or maim, fed the Entity’s everlasting hunger. You were it’s most prominent survivor; a puppet in its coy games.

You awoke on the Eyre, the bland beige and harsh mustard yellows causing you to grimace at your rather lack luster choice of wardrobe. An ugly Christmas sweater made of thick wool, and a rather itchy Santa hat that no matter how far you threw, always returned to its place on your head. Needless to say, you stuck out like a sore thumb.

There was a hum in the air. Soothing yet I’ll-inducing. A shiver ran down your spine as a scream rippled through the stale air; making ears fall deaf to the cries of the crows.

Iron Maiden.

“Hey-OW!”

Your hand stung, but nothing like the blonde’s cheek. Had you just decked Leon Kennedy a new one? Yes. Was it on purpose? Maybe.

“Don’t sneak up on me, dickhead!” You hissed, unwillingly leading him towards a generator near the dips of the Sahara like earth.

“I didn’t mean too,” you rolled your eyes. The lovesick rookie would be nothing but a hassle during his first few trials, and from what you knew, this was barely his third one.

You didn’t have a problem with the man; just his rather obsessive jumps from one survivor to the other. You could only assume he had grown bored of Meg and Laurie. You didn’t blame him though. Those two were a handle full and were too stubborn for their own good.

“You’ve worked on these before right?” You asked.

There was a pregnant pause.

“Uh, no,” Leon muttered, sheepishly frowning before kneeling beside the generator. You rolled your eyes before following, “but I am a quick learner!” The blonde’s optimistic attitude was rather refreshing.

“For your sake, I hope so,”

True to his word, Leon learned how to repair a generator rather quickly. It was near completion when he walked away and hopped into a locker.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused on why he suddenly hid. You didn’t feel anyone's eyes on you, or even felt your heart pick up it’s rather rhythmic thudding against your chest.

The generator popped and Leon was right back at your side again, this time holding what looked like a-

“Here. It’s like a flashlight,”

“Where did you get this from? I swear those lockers only have hatchets and throwing knives…” you looked up at Leon, cocking an eyebrow l as you hesitantly took the flash bang. “You didn’t pull this out of your ass-“

“NO!” Leon was panicked, eyes wide and a harsh blush covering his cheeks and nose. He scratched the back of his head before shaking his head. “It’s a flash bang,” He muttered, scratching the back  of his neck as you led him away towards the center of the  Eyre. 

“Relax, Kennedy,” You mused, “It was a joke,” But at the same time, you were kind of curious. 

You knelt, and began shoving your hands into the generator. Leon followed to your right, a calm silence enveloping the pair as  they worked diligently. 

Seeing him flustered made you laugh; you thought it was cute, but at the same time, there was a deep pit at the bottom of your stomach; one warning you that the cutesy cop could just be another David.