[{☣}] - “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.
At the sound of zombies tho he’d look in that direction, “We don’t have to go trough there do we?” almost thankful they didn’t know how to use doors.
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