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The last twenty minutes had been a blur of noise and panic. The nightmare that had befallen Raccoon City still did not sink into the cop’s numb mind, broken bits of his hellish escape still struggling to piece themselves together. It was a miracle he had even made it to the police station, and when he realized just how lucky he actually was he felt his knees buckle, dropping him to the cool, tile floor in the RPD foyer.
All at once his emotions crashed into him, and for one horrifying moment Leon thought he might actually be suffering a mental breakdown. The weight of the disaster threatened to crush him, and it was all he could do to just keep breathing. Had he really been forced to shoot those people? Were they even still people when their flesh was rotting and hanging from their bones? Just what the hell was going on outside?
People were dying--he knew that much. The city was a disaster zone; reaching the station had been nearly impossible. Cars and buses had crashed and collided, left abandoned in the street. Buildings had caught fire, bodies were strewn in the street, and some manic in a semi had very nearly run him down. Hell, Leon had crashed the first car he’d come across after having to abandon his own, and that wasn’t even the worst of it.
That gunshop owner...they were eating him.
A few moments of silence went by and Leon forced himself to his feet, hands trembling. Nothing felt real, he didn’t understand how it could be real, but his head hurt too badly to let him believe it was all a dream. And if he wasn’t dreaming, then he was still a cop. A cop who should at least determine whether or not anyone else was alive.
He couldn’t be the last one...
