”Let’s hope so,” She spoke with a smile at the gesture of comfort, her tone seemingly relaxed and professional, icy eyes lifting towards the sky. It was overcast, the clouds glowing a strange orange color from a combination of fire, smoke and the lights from the city. It was almost fitting for the situation they were in. “Perhaps, we should also move to higher ground. It’d help us conserve some ammo to get away from the infected.”
Her eyes were scanning the rooftops automatically, stopping when they fell on a fire escape. The ladder was partically down, easy for either of them to grab. Jill dropped her bag of gear and positioned herself under it, leaping up to curl her fingers around the bottom rung. Arching her back and throwing her body weight into it, she yanked it down hard. It popped free, squealing loudly as the metal grated against itself.
“We should probably pull it up after us, just in case.” Grabbing her bag and throwing it across her back, she quickly mounted the ladder and started up the stairs, peering through the windows of the abandoned apartments; maybe a few people got out before things got too bad. She only hesistated at one, stopping on the landing with her free hand resting on the glass. It was a child’s bedroom, decorated with light pink wallpaper and stuffed animals, a small bed with a canopy pressed into the corner. Jill usually didn’t let things like an outbreak bother her, but children.. Always the children. A wedge of emotion lodged itself in her throat, her eyes narrowing slightly. This was why companies like Umbrella and those who wanted to be umbrella needed to be stopped.
Following Jill towards the ladder, he watched as the other pulled it down just enough for them to climb it, waiting for her to mount it first before pulling himself up onto it. With the bag of ammunition secure on his shoulder, he begin to climb the bars one after another, unable to help his eyes from flicking towards each windows of the now vacant apartments. Some apartments appeared oddly untouched, but most looked just as bad as it was outside; furnitures were flipped, shards of broken glass littered all over the carpet, and it was impossible to ignore the blood stains smeared on walls and carpets.
The blonde slowed to a halt when Jill suddenly stopped climbing, azure hues blinking as they peered up at the other above him before they slid towards the gloved hand pressed against one of the apartment's window. ".. Jill?" Her name fell from his lips in a soft inquiry, straining his neck to peer in through that window which had caught the other's interest. Due to the disadvantageous angle he was at, it took him a while to see what was beyond that window, but when he finally did see through that glass, realization dawned upon him.
Leon clenched his jaws, but allowed no other emotions to trickle onto his visage. People called him aloof, even cold-hearted at times due to the stoic disposition he carried with him, but that was just a face more than anything. Each time he was be sent on assignments to do government's dirty work, his heart wrenched whenever he saw bloodied corpse of innocent civilians on the scene - and there were fair share of children amongst them, as well. But instead allowing his emotions to show and engulf him, he solely focused on getting his work done. It was easier for him that way..
Breaking his gaze away from that window, he glanced up at the other, an unreadable emotion briefly flickering within those blue depths before they became nearly blank. ".. We should keep moving." he uttered in a near monotone, his gaze lingering on Jill for a while before they dropped to the ground below them, cerulean hues narrowing when he spotted several undead slowly making their way towards the ladder they were mounted on. Keeping one hand firmly wrapped around the bar, the other unsheathed the handgun from his holster, shooting down the approaching undead.
