Incompetent^^ {Leon Kennedy x Reader}

chapter 7

The sun was rising, painting the sky in a gradient of orange, pink, and navy blue. Its light illuminated the wet, muddy forest. A bird chirped in the distance.

Ann opened her eyes. They had definitely slept for more than 30 minutes. She lifted herself off the stump immediately, realizing Leon was gone. She turned to the family, who were sound asleep, leaning on each other comfortably. It was still slightly dark, but bright enough for the agents to continue their journey through the woods more safely.

As she stood, she forgot about her injured leg, which brushed against the wood and caused her to gasp in pain. She hesitated before putting weight on it. Her thigh stung worse than it had the day before.

"Leon!" she called out, scanning the forest. Where was that stupid man? Where did he go? He couldn't have just left without telling me, Ann thought. She contemplated alarming the others but decided against it.

She limped toward the family.

"Jessica," she whispered loudly.

Jessica startled awake, causing Theo to stir. She looked around frantically.
Eric lifted his head slowly. "Everything all right?" he whispered back groggily.

Theo sat up, observing the sunrise and the dense green forest around him.

"Leon's gone," Ann said calmly.

Shock spread across Theo's face.

"What?" Eric mumbled, still half-asleep.

Lilly, hearing the commotion, woke up as well, her face filled with fear.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Ann noticed Lilly's nervous expression. "Don't worry. I trust him. He'll be back," she said, trying to sound reassuring. Then she muttered, "And he'll get one hell of a yelling when he does." She limped back to her stump, wincing as her leg throbbed.

Leon's POV

Leon had woken up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. He got up slowly, careful not to wake Ann.

She looked peaceful for the first time since their mission began. He glanced at her injured leg. The gauze was soaked with blood, the dark stain visible even beneath her shorts. How could she wait until the boat to treat that? he thought.

The family lay huddled together, fast asleep. Ann had refused treatment, insisting they focus on getting the family to the boat. But Leon knew she wouldn't make it back to the hotel in her condition.

He made up his mind. I'll find antibiotics, proper bandages, and maybe some food. I'll be back before sunrise.

With one last look at Ann and the family, Leon slipped into the forest, flashlight in hand. He walked for nearly forty minutes, exhausted but determined. Eventually, he spotted a house in the distance—a beige building with an orange roof and cottage windows. He headed toward it.

The house stood in a small village. It was clear people lived here—the roads were clean, and there was a market and a small farm nearby. A clothesline stretched between walls, and cattle were penned with fresh food and water.

Leon gripped his gun. Where is everyone?

As he moved deeper into the village, he saw a man walking across the road.
"Hey!" Leon called out.

The man stopped and looked at him, then quickly began to walk away.
"Wait!" Leon shouted.

The man froze, eyeing Leon's imposing figure and weapon holster. His face was a mix of fear and confusion.
"I have a friend who's injured. Do you have supplies to help?" Leon asked, his tone stern but desperate.

The man hesitated, then nodded. "Uh... come with me," he said, motioning for Leon to follow. His voice carried a light Spanish accent.

Inside the man's house, the atmosphere was warm and inviting—a stark contrast to the outside. Leon sat on a brown couch with a crocheted blanket, a muted colorful rug beneath a square wooden table. A stone fireplace crackled nearby.

The man brought him a plate of rice, beans, and chicken, setting it on the table. Leon snatched it up, barely chewing as he ate.

"Haven't eaten in a while, huh?" the man asked, watching him.

Leon muttered, "Yeah," and then set the plate down. "Do you have bandages? Pain medication?"

The man nodded and retrieved a tattered first-aid kit. Opening it, he asked, "What do you need again?"

"Bandages and antiseptic wipes."

The man handed the items over, his hands trembling slightly.

"Thanks," Leon said. He then glanced at the man. "What were you doing out at this hour?"

"Just some work. Nothing important," the man replied nervously.

Leon didn't press further. "Could you spare some more food for the road?"

The man nodded, packing leftovers into Tupperware containers and handing them to Leon along with a mesh bag.

"Thanks. Really," Leon mumbled. He glanced out the window—it was still dark. "I should get going."

As the man opened the door for him, Leon paused. "Oh, by the way..."

The man looked up.

"Be careful out there."

The man froze, fear flashing in his eyes. "W-what? What do you mean by that?"

But Leon was already walking away.