[Ficlet]
Player:angeldusting
Subject: Leon Scott Kennedy
Table: B
Warning: Uh....this might get a little messy. Blood/gore wise, I mean.
Prompt: 012. Engage
"You've got two coming up at your two o' clock, Leon!"
Blam. Blam.
Leon lowered his 9mm, frowning as his fingers tapped the headset that he had in place. "I already gathered that, Hunnigan." He frowned as he looked at the downed corpses of the zombies he had shot. He hated doing this, but there was no way to reverse the T-virus once the infectee had progressed this far. It was a mercy kill, really. Although he hated having to be the one to report how many he had to take down.
Then there were the others that were stupid enough to go bragging about it. Didn't they have any sympathy? Most of those people didn't choose to become what they had. He didn't care if they were whooping and hollering, although that was a one-way ticket to getting killed or worse, infected. He had already warned the others of the unit to not make any unneccessary noise, it just made them living targets.
"How's the rest of the squad doing?"
"Talbot and Davis have confirmed their sectors clean...but I haven't heard anything from Daniels."
The guy was one of the newer recruits, a rookie that shot his mouth off too much for Leon's taste. Sure, he had done well at the academy, but that wasn't going to make much difference here if he kept on making mistakes like he had. Worse, he blamed them on everyone else but himself, which not only was childish, but also counterproductive. He was trying to get the group to trust each other, be able to depend on not only themselves, but each other if the time arose. "Shit. Alright, I'll go see if I can find him. Have Talbot and Davis meet up at the rendezvous point, I'll catch up once I find Daniels."
"Roger."
Leon then moved along the rubble, double-taking for a moment before shaking his head. He knew that the younger man couldn't have been much further than himself, and he definitely would've heard something if he was in trouble...
Unless something caught him by surprise.
The tension in Leon's shoulders increased at the thought, not helping, there. It wasn't until he heard some moaning that he pulled out his pistol again, the flashlight attached to it illuminating a narrow strip. It wasn't really that much, but it was enough that he could see what was around him. Ruins of the facility, slabs of concrete and lab equipment strewn everywhere... It didn't look different, and Leon couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. In these conditions, he really couldn't depend too heavily on his sense of smell, either; the stench of the infected was too overwhelming at points.
He tapped the communicator lightly. "...Daniels, can you hear me. Daniels. Come in." A pause.... nothing. "Shit." He had to at least find some proof that he wasn't infected. As much as he griped about the guy, he didn't want to be the one to tell the President that one of the men he had selected for this anti-B.O.W. group had been lost so soon. He wouldn't stand for it.
He had found the rookie's body, sans arm and head a few yards away, blood still flowing. Fresh. Leon kneeled down for closer inspection. He couldn't have died that long ago from the looks of it... And from the way it looked...it wasn't a zombie. No, those wounds...they looked like the work of a Licker. You have got to be kidding me. "Hunnigan, come in. Are Davis and Talbot at the rendezvous point already?"
"Give me a sec to make sure... yeah, they are, Leon. What happened? Where's Daniels?"
"Dead. We have a Licker in the building. Tell them to stick close to each other and stay alert. I'll be there in a little bit. Leon out." Standing with a deep scowl etched onto his features, Leon spun around. Considering the blood, that thing couldn't have gotten far. He could feel his heart racing slightly as he moved along slowly, those damn things couldn't see worth a shit, but their hearing on the other hand...made things a hell of a lot harder.
Luckily for him, though...Lickers still made some noise when they were around an area, mostly thanks to the massive front claws of theirs scraping against anything it would be crawling along. And lo and behold, to his right, a little farther up, there it was. A slight scraping sound, like claws against concrete. Leon stopped, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat.
A soft hissing sound could also be heard now, coming slowly closer...
and closer...
...shit, shit, shit, shit!
Now or never, he had to find that thing and blow its brains out before he would end up like Daniels. In this environment, Leon didn't have much advantage over it besides the fact that its surprise attack was blown. Plus...he could still flash the light and get a clear shot. He just had to be fast enough to pull the trigger. Okay, Kennedy. You've done this before, you have the real-life experience of fighting these things. You'll know when to take the shot. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he silently raised the 9mm.
Come on...there!
Blamblamblam!
Three shots into its exposed brain.
Three shots that had hit their target.
An ear-splitting, agonizing screech hit Leon's ears, but he knew better than to take the time to cover them at this point, it wasn't dead just yet. A sickly pale figure with talons for hands and exposed brain tissue, now with three neat bullet holes in said tissue, flashed in front of the light coming from Leon's gun before it disappeared again. He knew better, however. That thing was scurrying around, trying to catch Leon off-guard. Using the light on his gun as a reference, the blood trail lead up, and he could hear the scraping and clawing as the creature was crawling across the ruined walls, trying to gain advantage. The speed was too much for Leon to catch right away, until he heard another screech, leaping out of the way before a whip-like appendage speared through the air and crashed into the ground where he was standing just moments earlier. It only took him a moment to realize that was the trademark tongue of the beast. He raised the gun again.
Blam!
Another ear-splitting yell echoed, but this time, Leon quickly drew his combat knife, throwing the blade, letting out a sigh of relief as he heard the wet thunk when it collided with the Licker's brain, vital fluids spewing out from the wounds it had recieved. This time, he covered his ears as it cried out in its death throes before finally falling silent. "Hunnigan?" He let out a few deep breaths, standing and moving carefully toward the Licker's corpse, pulling the blade out of its cranium.
"Is it..."
"Yeah. It's dead. Mission accomplished."
That one's for you, Daniels.
Subject: Leon Scott Kennedy
Table: B
Warning: Uh....this might get a little messy. Blood/gore wise, I mean.
Prompt: 012. Engage
"You've got two coming up at your two o' clock, Leon!"
Blam. Blam.
Leon lowered his 9mm, frowning as his fingers tapped the headset that he had in place. "I already gathered that, Hunnigan." He frowned as he looked at the downed corpses of the zombies he had shot. He hated doing this, but there was no way to reverse the T-virus once the infectee had progressed this far. It was a mercy kill, really. Although he hated having to be the one to report how many he had to take down.
Then there were the others that were stupid enough to go bragging about it. Didn't they have any sympathy? Most of those people didn't choose to become what they had. He didn't care if they were whooping and hollering, although that was a one-way ticket to getting killed or worse, infected. He had already warned the others of the unit to not make any unneccessary noise, it just made them living targets.
"How's the rest of the squad doing?"
"Talbot and Davis have confirmed their sectors clean...but I haven't heard anything from Daniels."
The guy was one of the newer recruits, a rookie that shot his mouth off too much for Leon's taste. Sure, he had done well at the academy, but that wasn't going to make much difference here if he kept on making mistakes like he had. Worse, he blamed them on everyone else but himself, which not only was childish, but also counterproductive. He was trying to get the group to trust each other, be able to depend on not only themselves, but each other if the time arose. "Shit. Alright, I'll go see if I can find him. Have Talbot and Davis meet up at the rendezvous point, I'll catch up once I find Daniels."
"Roger."
Leon then moved along the rubble, double-taking for a moment before shaking his head. He knew that the younger man couldn't have been much further than himself, and he definitely would've heard something if he was in trouble...
Unless something caught him by surprise.
The tension in Leon's shoulders increased at the thought, not helping, there. It wasn't until he heard some moaning that he pulled out his pistol again, the flashlight attached to it illuminating a narrow strip. It wasn't really that much, but it was enough that he could see what was around him. Ruins of the facility, slabs of concrete and lab equipment strewn everywhere... It didn't look different, and Leon couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. In these conditions, he really couldn't depend too heavily on his sense of smell, either; the stench of the infected was too overwhelming at points.
He tapped the communicator lightly. "...Daniels, can you hear me. Daniels. Come in." A pause.... nothing. "Shit." He had to at least find some proof that he wasn't infected. As much as he griped about the guy, he didn't want to be the one to tell the President that one of the men he had selected for this anti-B.O.W. group had been lost so soon. He wouldn't stand for it.
He had found the rookie's body, sans arm and head a few yards away, blood still flowing. Fresh. Leon kneeled down for closer inspection. He couldn't have died that long ago from the looks of it... And from the way it looked...it wasn't a zombie. No, those wounds...they looked like the work of a Licker. You have got to be kidding me. "Hunnigan, come in. Are Davis and Talbot at the rendezvous point already?"
"Give me a sec to make sure... yeah, they are, Leon. What happened? Where's Daniels?"
"Dead. We have a Licker in the building. Tell them to stick close to each other and stay alert. I'll be there in a little bit. Leon out." Standing with a deep scowl etched onto his features, Leon spun around. Considering the blood, that thing couldn't have gotten far. He could feel his heart racing slightly as he moved along slowly, those damn things couldn't see worth a shit, but their hearing on the other hand...made things a hell of a lot harder.
Luckily for him, though...Lickers still made some noise when they were around an area, mostly thanks to the massive front claws of theirs scraping against anything it would be crawling along. And lo and behold, to his right, a little farther up, there it was. A slight scraping sound, like claws against concrete. Leon stopped, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat.
A soft hissing sound could also be heard now, coming slowly closer...
and closer...
...shit, shit, shit, shit!
Now or never, he had to find that thing and blow its brains out before he would end up like Daniels. In this environment, Leon didn't have much advantage over it besides the fact that its surprise attack was blown. Plus...he could still flash the light and get a clear shot. He just had to be fast enough to pull the trigger. Okay, Kennedy. You've done this before, you have the real-life experience of fighting these things. You'll know when to take the shot. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he silently raised the 9mm.
Come on...there!
Blamblamblam!
Three shots into its exposed brain.
Three shots that had hit their target.
An ear-splitting, agonizing screech hit Leon's ears, but he knew better than to take the time to cover them at this point, it wasn't dead just yet. A sickly pale figure with talons for hands and exposed brain tissue, now with three neat bullet holes in said tissue, flashed in front of the light coming from Leon's gun before it disappeared again. He knew better, however. That thing was scurrying around, trying to catch Leon off-guard. Using the light on his gun as a reference, the blood trail lead up, and he could hear the scraping and clawing as the creature was crawling across the ruined walls, trying to gain advantage. The speed was too much for Leon to catch right away, until he heard another screech, leaping out of the way before a whip-like appendage speared through the air and crashed into the ground where he was standing just moments earlier. It only took him a moment to realize that was the trademark tongue of the beast. He raised the gun again.
Blam!
Another ear-splitting yell echoed, but this time, Leon quickly drew his combat knife, throwing the blade, letting out a sigh of relief as he heard the wet thunk when it collided with the Licker's brain, vital fluids spewing out from the wounds it had recieved. This time, he covered his ears as it cried out in its death throes before finally falling silent. "Hunnigan?" He let out a few deep breaths, standing and moving carefully toward the Licker's corpse, pulling the blade out of its cranium.
"Is it..."
"Yeah. It's dead. Mission accomplished."
That one's for you, Daniels.