#and then they put leon kennedy in dead by daylight. i think.

[naomiknight-17]

hey is your cat named after leon from dead by daylight

He is named Leon because his birthday is Christmas. It's 'Noel' backwards

Though we definitely took inspiration from Leon Kennedy of Resident Evil 4

[murderousxcoffee]

Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 5: Strictly Platonic Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

CW: Danny Ghostface makes a brief appearance, canon typical violence, Trickster really hates his soulmate, I have no idea how well I wrote Leon, Cheryl, or Yun-Jin in their brief appearances in this

You got used to it. Not the pain. Not the stress. Not the numbing moments as you waited for the Killer to strike. But you could get used to the Killers themselves. As horrifying as most were to look at, they were worse to try and survive. But they had patterns, and preferences, and sometimes, some would show mercy.

And then there was Ghostface, who was currently laughing and spinning a furious Leon Kennedy as if the man were a teddy bear.

“Put me down you goddamn maniac!”

The masked murderer pulled the writhing rookie cop closer to his body and rubbed the cheek of his mask against the top of Leon’s head. Leon struggled harder.

“What is wrong with you?!”

Ghostface shrugged one shoulder, lifting Leon onto the opposite shoulder. “What’s the point of murder if you can’t have a little fun with it?”

“Jesus Christ--”

Sunshine crouched back down under the window, and looked at Cheryl. Cheryl blinked, her face twisted with confusion. 

“Do you think he’s gay?” Cheryl whispered, gesturing with her thumb in the direction Ghostface went off in. “He never does that to us.”

Exhaling, Sunshine shook her head. “I don’t think I wanna find out either way.”

Through the silence, a scream of pure agony that lasted far longer than it should. Sunshine cringed. Poor Leon…

“That’s a trap,” she said.

“Yeah,” Cheryl stood. “But I’ve walked into worse.”

Sunshine looked up at her. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll manage. You get working on the generators.”

“Piece of cake,” Sunshine said, and stood.

“Except for Yun-Jin,” Cheryl said, grimacing. “Saw her sneaking around, like the snake she is. Can you handle her?”

Sunshine hesitated.

“She’ll manage.”

Cheryl grinned.

And that was the last Sunshine saw of the other woman in that Trial. As she worked on generators alone, Sunshine glanced in the direction Cheryl had gone in. No screams, no laughter, no sacrifices. What was going on over there?

The generator backfired, but didn’t flare - part good luck, part years of experience. Sunshine recovered her focus, and kept at it. Someone else was at work, a generator burned to life in the dark. Sunshine’s generator followed. One generator left. No one sacrificed. This was going too well, it had to get bad, didn’t it?

Approaching the generator, Sunshine reached out her hand. Another hand brushed against her own. Her head jerked to the side. 

Yun-Jin blinked at her. Sunshine blinked back. 

Without a word, Sunshine broke eye contact, moved to the other side of the generator. They didn���t need to speak for this. In silence, they worked. Sunshine’s tongue burned with words she didn’t have the courage to say.

The generator roared to life.

“This is going too well,” Sunshine said. She stood, looked around. “He’s up to something.”

She looked at Yun-Jin. Yun-Jin wasn’t looking at her. Behind her? No. The older woman still crouched down in her spot. Her eyes were on…

Damn it. Her mark was bleeding again. And she didn’t have any bandages on, it was bleeding all over the place. There it is, Sunshine thought. That’s how he’ll track me down to kill me - my bloody love mark.

“Get moving,” she said, voice as firm as her heart was not. “I’m not going to follow you or anything. Who knows when the bastard is going to show up.”

Sunshine didn’t wait for an answer.

---

He tossed the knife in the air, and caught it unharmed each time. Trickster leaned against the tree, and glanced towards the light. The Survivors couldn’t see the Killers that sometimes came stalking them in the dark. It was how Ghostface always caught his prey, how Dwight’s occasional surrender was always accepted and anticipated. How he could hunt Cortez down so, so easily.

There she was now, running through the path that led to the Campfire. Trickster grimaced. Ghostface let her live this time. Didn’t look like she had a mark on her body - no. The mark itself still bled. He smiled at the sight.

She was still weak as before. Almost fell over, body heaving as she sucked in deep breaths. Her blood dripped all over the dirt. But she smiled as she looked up at the people around the fire. Her eyes lit up. Trickster looked away, and tossed the knife again through the air.

“Dwight!” Cortez said. 

In the reflection of the metal Trickster watched her throw her arms around the scrawny wannabe hero. Dwight smiled, wrapped his arms around her in return. Everyone around the Fire smiled, really. Adorable. 

“Oh, shit,” Cortez pulled away. “I got my blood all over you.”

Dwight laughed. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, adjusting his glasses. His expression was so soft, looking at her.

Trickster smirked, dark thoughts floating through his mind. How would that soft face change, if he forced him to watch her torture? Tie her down and make him watch as he cut deep into her skin, deeper and deeper with every slice, until he saw the glint of bone? What kind of despair would he reveal? Would he beg like she would? Scream like she would? Offer to take her place?

It made him a little sick, how they looked at each other. Soft and kind. Some things didn’t belong outside of fiction.

But if this were fiction, Dwight would be Cortez’ soulmate, not him. He grit his teeth at the thought. If only. (If only he could pursue that radio girl, without having to get rid of Cortez first…)

“I shouldn’t stay,” Cortez said. Trickster tilted the knife to get a better look at her. “I want to try and scavenge supplies before…”

Cortez looked away. Trickster’s lips twisted up into a grin. Oh, if only she knew.

“Are you sure?” That was Meg. “You just got back from a Trial!”

Cortez shook her head. “I’m too wired,” she said. “I need to do something with myself. Something useful. Do we need anything?”

Dwight frowned. Shrugged. “Just… the usual stuff.”

Nodding her head, Cortez said, “I’ll be back, real soon.” She smiled, and Trickster looked away. Bitch. “Say hi to Cheryl for me, if you see her.”

“Sure…” But the frown remained on Dwight’s face, even as he watched Cortez walk away from the Fire. 

Trickster straightened up against the tree, watching the direction his prey walked into. That was the annoying thing about her. Sometimes she did get away. Couldn’t find her no matter what he did. But when he found out where she’d chosen to hide, she’d never escape him again.

Dwight sighed, and Trickster glanced back towards him. The gangly bastard hadn’t moved, watching the spot where Cortez vanished into the Fog. Trickster almost pitied him. If he hadn’t known how far the man would go to protect the others, he’d almost think Dwight was in love.

Shaking his head, Dwight turned back to the Fire. He paused. Trickster shifted his attention towards it as well. His eyes went wide. Yun-Jin, looking pristine as always, aside from the dirt as she pushed herself up from the ground. When did she show up? Ghostface must’ve gotten sick of her, too.

“Uh, welcome back?” Dwight said.

Yun-Jin grimaced, looked towards the other. 

“Where’s Cortez?” she asked.

Trickster blinked. Dwight shifted backwards.

“She just left,” Meg said.

“Yeah,” Dwight said. “She’s gone scavenging.”

Yun-Jin grimaced. Shook her head, her short hair waving in the dark.

“You okay?” Dwight said.

His former producer snorted. “Nothing you need to be worried about.”

She didn’t look back as she vanished into the Fog herself. Trickster frowned, twirling the knife within his fingers. Now what got into her…? He could think of at least one option but nothing too concerning. Yun-Jin kept to herself. If she’d made the connection between his mark and Cortez’s, she wasn’t the type to go out of her way to talk about it. And wasn’t that a good thing? Last thing he needed was Cortez getting ideas, if she found out the truth…

Speaking of Cortez. If he were quick, he’d catch up to her… And when he did. He smirked.

The radio played on and on. Coat draped on the back of his chair, Trickster licked the blood off his knife and fingers, waiting for DJ Sunshine to return. She wouldn't get so lucky next time he stopped by her station...

Tag list, ask to be added for Trickshine and Amoricide: @ajarofpickledtears @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @cyanide-latte

[justfonnsblog]

Since we are here.

Let's talk about what my Fandoms are before I confuse any more people...lol

Let me tell you guys in which Fandoms I am and my mains. Like that you all will know which ones I will mostly write and share about on tumblr (And sometimes do arts of).

I can accept requests of any of those or other fandoms if I know them since I know quite a few ngl :•).

ᴵ'ᴹ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴹᵁᴸᵀᴵᴾᴸᴱ ᶠᴬᴺᴰᴼᴹˢ, ˢᴼ ᴵᶠ ᵞᴼᵁ ᶠᴼᴸᴸᴼᵂ ᴹᴱ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ˢᵀᴵᶜᴷ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴹᴱ. 🙏

About Me and the Page's Contents.

(Me): 18+ (but writes for minors too, will always have warning when it's not for Minors), saf, French, nothing better than fluff, adrenaline and action. <3

Main fandoms:

• Boku no Hero/ My Hero Academia

• Resident Evil

• Jujutsu Kaisen / JJK

• Dead by Daylight and other horror things like Halloween (Micheal Myers), Scream (Ghostface) and such

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

Other Fandoms:

• Naruto

• Attack on Titan

• (Anything Korean, ofc.)

• Fairy Tail

• Valorant (yes <3, switches to Main to other Fandoms, but I'm putting it here fn.)

• Fantasy creatures x Reader

• More. My brain can't think of any right now. #mushedbrainguys

What I will do or can write about.

→ AUs. (Fantasy, Modern, Without (insert drama person's name) , sci-fi, mythics/gods, etc.)

← Head cannons.

→ One-shots.

← Stories.

→ Imagines.

← Whatever comes to my mind.

→ Whatever you guys ask me to do. <3 yes.

← Feel like I will do some of those aesthetic, thematic pics things with characters.

What I do not do too well with.

❌ Angsts where (character) or (you) ends up dying (unless we talk about making it them reuniting years later, reincarnation or something? Destiny lovers, then I'm fine with it lol.)

❌ I can write gore Ig, never really tried it out that much so yeah...Don't expect too much lol. Sorry if I suck. 🙏. (dont think I will be that bad with the things I saw and read, but I'm being honest here, I rather warn first.)

❌ R•ping, adult x minor/kid, and things like that. NOPE.

❌ Anything that is an insult to religion, a blasphemy in other words. Such as Priest!character x __!reader and more.

Okay, I'm done now. Here enjoy Leon S. Kennedy RE4 remake crushing and pulling away all your worries and the negative things around you.

Oh btw. I do art here and then. Just saying ;).

Byeee. Hope to see you in my future posts.

[slashyourheart]

a writing blog by noire 🖤 guidelines + characters i write for under the cut.

any pronouns + 18 + matchups & requests open.

🦷 HORROR CHARACTERS ー

i'm just getting into the horror scene, so this list will be added to the more i watch and play.

MOVIES & TV

kurt kunkle (spree)

amanda young (saw)

lawrence gordon (saw)

adam faulkner-stanheight (saw)

patrick bateman (american psycho)

billy loomis (scream)

stu macher (scream)

pennywise (IT movies)

losers club members grown up (IT movies)

steve harrington (stranger things)

eddie munson (stranger things)

jonathan byers (stranger things)

robin buckley (stranger things)

jim hopper (stranger things)

joyce byers (stranger things)

001 (stranger things)

ellen ripley (alien)

VIDEO GAMES

ethan winters (resident evil)

leon kennedy (resident evil)

claire redfield (resident evil)

any of the dimitrescus (resident evil)

karl heisenberg (resident evil)

harry mason (silent hill)

james sunderland (silent hill)

lisa garland (silent hill)

pyramid head (silent hill)

ji-woon hak (dead by daylight)

jake park (dead by daylight)

danny johnson (dead by daylight)

🦷 NOT HORROR BUT I STILL WRITE FOR THEM ー

anakin skywalker (star wars)

the riddler (batman 2022)

bruce wayne (batman 2022)

arthur fleck (joker 2019)

peter parker (the amazing spider-man)

harry osborn (the amazing spider-man)

sephiroth (final fantasy 7)

cloud strife (final fantasy 7)

tifa lockhart (final fantasy 7)

zack fair (final fantasy 7)

aerith gainsborough (final fantasy 7)

arthur morgan (red dead redemption 2)

kieran duffy (red dead redemption 2)

sadie adler (red dead redemption 2)

707 (mystic messenger)

🦷 REQUESTS ー

⚰️ please don't request more than 5 characters in one ask.

⚰️ when requesting multiple characters they can be from different medias, like resident evil mixed with stranger things.

⚰️ try to keep it the same theme, so like cuddling with x and y. not cuddling with x and dates with y.

🦷 MATCHUPS ー

⚰️ for those who don't know, a matchup is sending an ask with some info about yourself and i'll match you with a character who i think you're compatible with. anyone can send one!

⚰️ include your sexuality and fandoms you want so i know which characters to match you with! an age is appreciated too, so minors and adults can be matched with characters their age. i match with characters outside of my writing list too.

⚰️ you can put your hobbies, personality traits, and characters you DON'T want so i don't accidentally put you with someone you hate. don't put your crush though - i wanna give you an unbiased match.

🦷 WHAT I'LL WRITE ー

⚰️ character x reader fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut

⚰️ aus, can be soulmate aus or fix its or whatever

⚰️ lgbt content (though i'm not limited to just lgbt stuff to be crystal clear)

⚰️ poly relationships

⚰️ for kinks i'm open to almost anything as long as it's not in the don'ts section.

🦷 WHAT I WON'T WRITE ー

⚰️ nonconsensual smut, unsanitary smut (like pee kinks), ddlg, ageplay, raceplay

⚰️ characterxcharacter (unless, for example, it's something like steddie x reader)

⚰️ romance between family members or kids and adults, or a teacher with a student

⚰️ abuse/cheating portrayed positively (i can absolutely write recovering from a relationship like that). i likely won't write about a reader who harms themselves at all

happy requesting!

[idol-trickster]

who has better hurt noises, Leon or Quentin?

“This isn’t a sure thing, since ideas change once I’m in the studio. Maybe there’d be a better way to work their voices to something that would reflect the state they were in when recording. It’s about capturing the moment of expression as much as creating something new.”

[sharksnshakes]

Updated Masterlist

Started; 8/4/22

Last Updated; 7/31/24

Total Works; 28

Here’s my current masterlist in all of its glory. Reader is gn unless stated otherwise. If there’s an idea you think I’d like, feel free to send it my way via asks! Happy reading >:) 

(Key: * = content warnings, listed in more detail in links)

!!more under the cut!!

Attack On Titan

Zeke Yeager - Flirting HCs

Winning over reader might take a while, but Zeke’s no quitter. 

Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Alejandro Vargas - Just A Scratch*

You pull your stitches when getting a late night glass of water. Alejandro's up, too, and insists on giving you a hand.

John “Soap” MacTavish - Open Arms

Soap might be the tiniest bit jealous of the throw pillows you nap with. You might just have to do something about that. 

Multi - Where They Kiss You

Because sometimes a kiss on the lips isn't enough.

DCU

Tim Drake - Night Out (Miniseries)

When out at a dive bar with your friends, you step outside for a breath of fresh air and run into the Red Robin. For some reason, he seems… familiar?

Dead By Daylight

Ghostface Tormenting A New Survivor! HCs*

As the newest survivor to come through the fog, it’s only a matter of time until the Ghostface puts you through hell. 

Killers’ Favorite Color On Survivor! Reader HCs

Even bloodthirsty killers have their favorites. Favorite victims, favorite weapons, favorite... colors?

Killer’s Love Languages - Danny Johnson, Evan Macmillan*

Hard to believe that the killers have love languages. But, y’know, weirder things have happened.

Killers’ Big Spoon vs. Little Spoon! HCs

Everyone has a soft spot. Even killers in the fog... right?

Survivor! Reader Being Used As A Shield! HCs - Pyramid Head*

Pyramid Head isn’t in Silent Hill anymore, but it won’t stop him from exacting justice where he sees fit.

Survivor! Reader Attempting To Flirt With The Killers HCs

When running and hiding from the killers becomes too much work, it’s time to change strategies.

The Doctor Tormenting A New Survivor! HCs*

You’re new to the Entity’s realm and need someone to show you the ropes. It’s a good thing the Doctor is in... 

Wesker Tormenting A New Survivor! HCs*

It’s too bad that nobody taught you not to make a fool of Albert Wesker. Looks like he’ll be teaching you himself. 

Gotham

Jervis Tetch - Please*

Jervis Tetch has a habit of wanting what he can’t have. 

Jervis Tetch - Foggy Mirrors

You can never have too much of a good thing. 

Random Traits Gotham Villains Find Attractive! HCs

Love’s hard to come by in Gotham City, but that doesn’t mean people stop looking--even villains. 

Marvel

Stephen Strange/Sinister Strange - Wrong One

F! reader has feelings for Stephen and visits the Sanctum Sanctorum, only to discover he’s not the person she thought... 

Stephen Strange - Bad Dream?

Reader wakes up from a nightmare when taking a midday nap. Good think a certain sorcerer (and a certain cloak) are around to ground them. 

Resident Evil

Albert Wesker - Dinner?

Wesker keeps calling you into his office to run point. It’s definitely not anything deeper than that, right?

Karl Heisenberg - Reader Asking For Affection! HCs

So what if the most dangerous Lord in the village could use a nap every once in a while? (request)

Leon Kennedy - I Knew You Would

Leon Kennedy, your coworker and friend, does not want to just be friends. Too bad he hasn't told you that. (valentine's day adjacent)

Leon Kennedy - New Perspective

After losing a bet with friend and fellow DSO agent Leon Kennedy, he takes you for a ride on his motorcycle. Unforeseen consequences include windburn, watery eyes, and maybe developing a crush on him. Maybe.

The Dark Knight Trilogy

Bane (Nolanverse), Jonathan Crane (Nolanverse) - Confrontation*

Reader is sick of Bane’s threats and Crane’s jurisdiction. In a moment of bravery (or stupidity!), reader tells the villains exactly what they think. (done separately).

Jonathan Crane (Nolanverse) - Everything You’ve Got*

Jonathan Crane is infatuated with reader, who’s forgotten about him entirely. That just won’t do. 

Jonathan Crane (Nolanverse) - For Better Or For Worse

Why is your boyfriend, Jonathan Crane, wearing the Scarecrow’s mask? 

[holdin-out-for-a-hero]

Rookie- Leon Kennedy x Reader Chapter 12

Words: 2505

Warnings: None

A/N: one more chapter after this, and then I’m going straight to Carlos!

Why couldn't it just die?

You watched in horror as the mass of flesh and bone grew rapidly throughout the train car. In the center of it all was a big, irritated eye. An eye that you've seen all night. It had a Medusa effect, freezing you in place once it looked at you. William Birkin...

You pulled out your gun, though you didn't think bullets would do much for this creature. Not after all the bullets it had already endured throughout the night; the thing was practically indestructible. Still, you had to do something, so you shot at it anyway. Maybe you could slow down its growth while you thought of a plan. At least you hoped that would work. Leon began shooting too, but the creature hardly reacted. Instead, it continued to grow until it had you and Leon stuck at the front of the car. You knew you were in trouble, and there was only one option: lose the car.

"Y/N, Leon, we've got to disconnect the car!" Claire shouted over the deafening chaos. It seemed she was way ahead of you.

"Go help her. I'll cover you!" You shouted to Leon. Your voice could barely be heard over the sound of the gunshots.

"Are you sure you've got this?" He yelled back.

"Of course I do! Go!" Your confidence was fake, but he didn't need to know that. You just needed him a little closer to safety.

He turned around, working with Claire to unfasten the hooks between the two cars.

William was growing closer and closer now, and your gun was no defense. Any second now it would reach you and your friends. This better not be the end, you thought. Not after everything else you've survived.

"Can you hurry?" You shouted at them as you rushed to reload your gun. Maybe these next few bullets would work, you thought, even though you knew they wouldn't.

"We're almost done!" Claire shouted back. She and Leon were so close to disconnecting the car. Any moment now...

And then it was done.

The next few seconds went by so quickly it was a miracle you survived.

"Y/N!" She shouted.

You turned around and jumped from your car, eyes widening in horror as you saw the train tracks below you.

You weren't going to make it.

Then, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the train. You were wrapped in someone's arms, face pressed into their chest. It was Leon. He was still breathing heavy, and it made you aware of your own racing heart.

It must have been the heat of the moment, or maybe the adrenaline, because you did something you never dreamed of actually doing. Without much thought, you grabbed Leon by his collar and kissed him. On the lips. Oh, if Marvin could see you now.

This kiss was quick, and you pulled back to see his expression. For a moment, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and dread replaced the bubbly feeling in your stomach. But then he smiled that same stupid smile you fell in love with, before pulling you back in for another, longer kiss. You couldn't help the corners of your lips turning upward as well. Because deep down, you had been wanting this all night. You finally pulled away, out of breath again.

"Took you long enough," Leon finally said, the stupid grin still growing on his face.

"Oh shut up," you replied, looking away. There you met eyes with Claire and Sherry. You forgot they were here... how awkward. Claire gave you a sheepish smile while Sherry covered her mouth to keep from giggling.

The tension eased away slowly as Sherry and Claire moved toward the front of the car to talk. You sat down on the floor of the train. Oh, it felt so nice to finally sit down. You've been on your feet almost the whole week, and now you could finally rest. Leon sat down next to you, and you debated whether or not to rest your head up on his shoulder. Would that be too much? Were you moving too fast? You never thought you would get this far in a relationship in one night, but hey, stranger things have happened. You literally just survived an apocalypse, maybe this relationship wasn't so crazy. Still, you didn't dare put your head on his shoulder.

The two of you fell into silence. The steady, repetitive sounds of the train filled air instead. It nearly put Leon to sleep, but to you it only fueled your thoughts. You thought back to just before the outbreak started, when all of your fellow officers were still among the living. They were hanging decorations to welcome Leon. The buzz in the precinct brought life to even the most jaded cops, for they were all so excited to meet him. If only the could've...

You remembered that you had promised to tell Leon about them once you were safe. And seeing as there was no immediate danger, maybe this would be a good time. You pulled out your wallet from your back pocket. There was a folded up picture stuffed into one of the card slots, which you unfolded and looked at. It was a picture of you on your first day, with all of the officers in the back. You smiled at the image.

"Leon," you nudged him, unknowingly startling him awake. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were asleep." It took him a moment to reply.

"No. It's fine. What did you want?"

"It can wait," you said sheepishly, folding the picture back up.

"But it doesn't have to. What is that?" He motioned toward the picture.

"Oh," you laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear, "I was gonna tell you about the officers, like I said I would earlier."

"I'd like that"

Who were you gonna start with? This was probably a bad idea, seeing as most of them were dead or M.I.A. Could you keep calm talking about them? Or even thinking about them? Maybe this wound was too fresh. But then Leon pointed to someone in the picture.

"Tell me more about him," he said. His finger just below Elliot's face. You remembered that Leon had seen him die, you could understand why he would be curious about the officer.

"That's Elliot," you began, "On my first day, he brought me Chinese take-out." You smiled, looking back at the memory. You tried focusing on the good memories with them instead of, well, anything that had happened in the last week.

"Sounds like a nice guy," Leon added. You laughed.

"Oh, you didn't know him like I did. He could be nice, but he was more like a mean older brother. He loved to prank me. If none of..." you trailed off "if none of this had happened, he would've have fun with you too."

"It's a shame," Leon said under his breath. He was right, you thought; it really was.

"This is David," you pointed to another face, "He had daughters my age, so I could get him to do anything I wanted," your smile faded, "We lost him the day before you came."

Leon looked up from the picture to you, eyes full of concern. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer to him.

Your eyes met a face in the very back, a young man was walking through the back of the office, oblivious of the photo being taken. It was Chris, Claire's brother.

"Hey Claire," you began "Come take a look at this."

The girl walked over to where you and Leon were sitting, Sherry behind her. She crouched down in front of you, and you handed her the picture. Her eyes scanned the picture multiple times before lighting up at the sight of her brother

"That's Chris!" She said, squinting at the image.

"He's safe, He's somewhere in Europe right now," you told her.

"I know. I found a letter from him in the station but it didn't sound like him. You’d think he’d have told me about leaving the country. There's something up, I just know it," she sighed, "It's always been just me and him, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to him."

"I know your brother, He knows how to handle himself. I'm sure he's fine," you tried to reassure her, "but I know how you feel.”

“Do you really?” Claire said. She didn’t mean to sound so rude, but it slipped out before she could stop it.

“I have a brother too, he’s all that I have left. He’s a freshman in college a couple states away. I tried to convince him to stay in Raccoon city and attend a local college instead. Now that I think about it, that could've killed him.”

"You're an orphan too?" She asked.

"I'm afraid so," you began, "My parents lived in Raccoon city, too, and when this whole thing started, they never came to the station."

"How do you know they didn't leave the city? they could've evacuated, they might still be alive,” Leon spoke up.

"I know my parents, they knew I would be at the station. They would've done everything in their power to get there.” An uncomfortable silence settled between the four of you, and you suddenly regretted sharing.

"I'm gonna need a lot of therapy after this," you joked, hoping to change the subject. Leon and Claire both laughed.

"Me too. Maybe there'll be a Raccoon city support group or something,” Claire added.

"Zombie apocalypse survivor group therapy,” Leon said, smiling.

“Seriously though, we’ve got to stick together for now on,” you said, looking the three of them in the eye. Leon nodded, but Claire looked away.

Eventually, the train's path came to an end and all four of you got off. Then, you started walking the long road ahead. It was daylight now, and the sun was beaming down on you. The walk was mostly in silence, as the four of you were so tired that conversation just didn’t flow as easily as it did earlier. That was until Sherry spoke up.

"So are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?" She asked. You froze in place. Leon turned around to look at the girl.

"Sherry!" Claire laughed in surprise, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Well uh... we're not sure just yet," Leon said to her.

"But you kissed earlier."

"That's true, but uh..."

"We just met yesterday, actually," you added. You could feel the heat across your cheeks get worse when you glanced up at Leon, who was already looking at you.

"But you two like each other, don't you?" She asked, leaving you and Leon in an awkward silence.

"I do, at least," Leon said, looking over to you, "And I have a feeling you feel the same way."

"Yeah," you said, looking anywhere but their eyes. Gosh, this was so embarrassing.

"If you like each other, then you should be girlfriend and boyfriend. It's not that complicated..." Sherry said. Oh, if only the world was that simple.

"You're right, Sherry," Leon laughed, "We adults tend to over complicate things." He cocked a brow at you, and you rolled your eyes at him. Still, you couldn't help a small smile from peaking through.

Eventually, the road you traveled led to a gas station and across from it, a motel. Leon let out a sigh of relief when he saw the two buildings, for he was exhausted from the long walk under an unforgiving sun.

"Does anyone have any money?" You asked, hoping not to be the only one to have this financial responsibility. Leon and Claire stopped in their tracks, making Sherry look back at them in confusion.

"My wallet's in my car" Leon realized.

"At the gas station...." Claire joined.

"This gas station? What are you talking about?" You replied.

"No, there was a gas station on the outskirts of the city. We met each other there." Leon said.

"So none of us have any money?" Claire deadpanned. "We're screwed."

"I have money," you said, “Not a lot, though, I only have a cop’s salary.”

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back." Leon said.

"No, You don't have to. I was just being dramatic, I can afford it."

So the four of you grabbed all the hygiene supplies and food that you needed from the gas station and racked up a rather scary bill. Thank God you thought to keep your wallet throughout all of this chaos. There were so many times where you considered dropping it for more room or tossing it a zombie's head.

The four of you headed to the motel across the street. Leon held open the door to the lobby, letting the rest of you file in. You couldn't help but think it was really hot when he did that. Why are basic manners so sexy?

Inside the lobby was a woman taking a phone call. She caught sight of all of you and froze.

The woman dropped the phone back onto its reciever. You knew why. Walking into a motel lobby with bruises, bullet wounds, and bite marks, you were bound to get a response. She stared at you for a moment, eyes wide.

"Can we have a room?" You asked the woman. She stayed in her trance, looking from you, to Leon, then Claire, and then Sherry.

"Ma'am?" Leon asked. She jumped, stuttering and pulling out the guest book.

"Uh-uh-of course!" She spluttered, pitting on a fake smile. Her eyes, though, stayed wide. You signed the book and pulled out your wallet.

"I-I don't mean to be rude, but what happened to you?" She asked. Now it was your time to freeze. From behind you, Claire anxiously laughed.

"Uhhhh" Leon droned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Camping accident," Sherry said. Thank God for Sherry.

"Uh- yeah, we got a little lost up in the mountains," you added.

She looked at each person up and down. Tension grew between the four of you because you knew she saw past your weak excuse. It was impossible not to. You waited anxiously for her response.

"I'll take you to your room," she said, Grabbing a pair of keys from the back wall. You let out a breath of relief.

The room was nothing special, but it was a huge improvement to where you had spent most of your week. There were two queen sized beds in the middle of the room along with a tv, mini fridge, microwave, desk, and couch. You set down the plastic bags on the desk. This would be an interesting night, you knew it would.

From the inside of the hotel lobby, the woman hesitantly picked up the phone again. In her other hand was a business card.

"Hello? This is the owner of the Arklay Motel. You told me to call if I found any more survivors. I've got four."