The screen glitched and went dark occasionally but it was just clear enough to make out what appeared to be an empty hall. Nothing moved, not even by the wind. Light filtered in through the open holes that once held perfectly clean windows. The place must have been nice before the world ended. Now, it was just another possibility for sustenance...or danger. Nothing was guaranteed even after the spread of the cure.
The blond rubbed his chin as he watched the screen a little longer. It looked clear. Famous last words. Snapping shut the pad, he tucked it into one of the pouches on his belt and stood up. Word had come about a week ago that everything was dying. The zombies were dropping like flies. The monsters were either dead or dying. Survivors were spinning an ever more incredible tale of one woman who’d managed to save them all. Her.
Even with a literal healing wind blowing, some things managed to hang on. And it wasn’t always the infected that were a threat. Humans could turn on each other just as fast, Umbrella had made sure they all knew it too. This building looked empty but he was always ready for claws or guns to come his way. That was the world they lived in. Be prepared or die.
Gripping a heavy blade in one hand, Leon rested his other wrist on top of it. In that hand, there was a police issue pistol. It was all he had left with no more than an extra mag to his name. Even that had been scraped together bullet by found bullet. Guns were a last resort these days. If you could get away with using a knife or blunt weapon, you did it.
The hall was dusty around the walls. He could smell it when he pushed the door open. It creaked but didn’t fight him. On the ground, there were lines from where it had been opened recently. Frowning, the former agent continued onward. Someone had been here. It didn’t mean they still were but it was better to be ready for an attack then to get overtaken by one. He was in an open space, plenty of room to fight if he need to so...
“Hello?” He called, keeping his weapon raised. “Hellooo, anyone planning to sneak up on me? No monsters wanna take a bite?” He kept going, trying to coax something out, anything.
