The sun casts an ominous darkness over the White House and its surroundings. The once-grand East Wing now stood as a silent witness to the chaos that had enveloped the world. Inside the dimly lit corridors, Leon and Rose controlled her drone prepared for a relentless battle that lay ahead.
Leon, who had a hardened gaze, moved stealthily through the East Wing. Rose, sitting in the apartment room, monitored Leon's every move through the monitor screen, her anxiety palpable. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the drone's surveillance, while she may have just seen what Leon can do she was still scared, focusing its camera onto Loen, ready to guide and support him.
As Leon cautiously advanced through the corridors, the air thickened with tension. Shadows danced on the walls as if taunting their presence within the once-hallowed halls. Rose's voice quivered as she spoke through the radio.
"Rose, have you spotted any liberated yet?" Leon asked through his earpiece.
Hearing Leon's question Rose moved her drone further into the east hall.
"Watch your six, Leon, movement up ahead," she warned, her words filled with both fear and determination.
Leon's senses heightened, his grip tightening around the weapon as he turned a corner. liberated, armed, and ruthless, awaited him in the East Wing's grand theater. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he assessed the situation, his heart pounding in sync with Rose's anxious breaths.
'Come, on you can do this just like before' Leon gave himself confidence, while Leon may have been a soldier in his last life he lost all his skills in his new life and has to gain them back.
Through the drone's camera feed, Rose spotted the liberated and pointed them out one by one, her voice shaking but resolute.
"Enemy at twelve o'clock! Another approaching from the left!" she called out, her voice guiding Leon through the treacherous theater.
"Dut!"
"Dut!"
With each enemy liberated, the Leon showcased unparalleled skill, weaving between bullets and returning fire with deadly accuracy. The theater erupted into chaos, gunshots and desperate cries piercing the air. Leon's movements were fluid, a lethal dance amidst the chaos, while Rose's hands flew across the controls, maneuvering the drone to provide crucial aerial support.
"Three enemies closing in from the right! Take cover!" Rose's urgently directed, her voice a lifeline in the darkness.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Leon dove behind an ornate stage prop, bullets ricocheting off nearby surfaces. Sweat streamed down his face as he caught his breath, his mind calculating the next move. Rose's voice resonated in his earpiece, grounding him in the midst of the chaos.
"You're doing great! Stay focused," she encouraged her words a source of strength.
"Rat-Tat-Tat!"
"Rat-Tat-Tat!"
But in the midst of the frenzied melee, a bullet found its mark, passing through leon body armor. Pain seared through Leon's side as he stumbled backward, a cry of agony escaping his lips. Rose's heart lurched as she witnessed the soldier's injury, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Ahh," Leon cried in pain.
"No! Leon, you've been hit! Take cover!" Rose exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Leon sought refuge behind a crumbling pillar, desperately fumbling for his med kit.
"Damit!" Leon said in pain.
"He has been hit!" A liberated shouted.
"Quickly move up!"
Blood stained his armor as he applied pressure to the wound, the world around him fading into a haze of agony. Rose's voice echoed in his ear, guiding him through the fog of pain.
"Stay with me, Leon. You can do this. Apply your med kit, and we'll get through this together," she urged her voice a lifeline in his darkest moment.
With sheer determination, the soldier administered the med kit, feeling the pain subside slightly as the wound was patched and his healing factor was working.
'Get up, You dealt with worst, Leon get!' Leon thought.
But there was no time for respite. The enemies closed in, their thirst for victory undeterred. Gripping his weapon tightly, Leon rose from cover, like a wounded warrior driven by the unwavering resolve to protect what remained of their world.
Rose's breath caught as she witnessed the intimate clash, her hands gripping the edges of her seat. Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and admiration.
"Keep fighting! I believe in you. We're in this together," she called out, her voice steady despite her trembling hands.
With renewed vigor, Leon unleashed a barrage of gunfire, each shot hitting its mark with deadly precision. The enemies fell, one by one, their defeat echoing through the theater's hallowed halls.
But even as pain pulsed through his body, Leon's determination burned brighter than ever. He refused to let the injury weaken his resolve, as he have been through worse in his past life, With a steely gaze, he pushed aside the throbbing agony, his mind focused on the task at hand.
The liberated, sensing an opportunity to exploit Leon's vulnerability, closed in with ferocity. Bullets whizzed past him, narrowly missing their mark. With a blend of instinct and training, Leon navigated the battlefield, ducking and weaving, his movements fluid despite the searing pain.
Rose's voice echoed in his ear, guiding him through the chaos. "You're stronger than this, Leon. Focus on the mission. Let the pain fuel your resolve."
In a display of sheer resilience, Leon unleashed a torrent of gunfire, each shot propelled by a mixture of skill and unwavering determination. The enemies faltered under the onslaught, their confidence shaken. But Leon was not yet finished.
"Come On!" Leon shouted at the liberated.
Channeling the last vestiges of his energy, he closed in on the remaining liberated, his movements calculated and precise. Hand-to-hand combat ensued a dance of survival amidst the chaos. Despite the injury, the soldier fought with a relentless spirit, delivering blows that echoed with the weight of vengeance.
And so, with each punch, each kick, and each defiant stand, Leon pushed past the limits of pain and fear. The enemies crumpled beneath his unyielding assault, their defeat becoming an inevitable conclusion.
Finally, the theater fell silent, the air thick with the remnants of battle. Leon stood amidst the fallen adversaries, bloodied and battered, yet victorious. Exhaustion washed over him, but his spirit remained unbroken.
Finally, silence settled upon the battlefield. The Leon stood, weary but resolute, amidst the fallen adversaries. Rose's relief washed over her as she witnessed Leon triumph against all odds again.
Leon finally collapsed onto the ground.
"AHH!"
Rose saw and was scared.
"Leon, are you okay?" Rose asked anxiously.
Rose's drone flew down at Leon.
"Yea, I'm ok just me a couple of minutes," Leon said in pain.
"Ok," Rose's voice still with worry.
'Enough time for my healing factor to heal me enough' Leon thought.
Leon then started checking how many mags he had left.
'Two more left' Leon thought frustrated at how much ammo he had already used.
'I will have to use my pistol or liberated guns' Leon thought
After a couple of minutes of resting.
Leon looked at his wound and saw the blood stop, but there was this cartridge inside of him.
'I will need to quickly finish the rest of the liberated first and then take out this cartridge' Leon thought watching the bullet cartridge.
"Rose, I'm good and ready to go," Leon said, getting up off the floor easily.
"Wait, are you sure you don't need to rest more, we have time i will warn you if liberated come" Rose spoke loudly and anxiously.
"See, I'm good don't worry your little head," Leon said stretching out his hand, showing no pain on the outside but on the inside he was hurting, but he didn't want to worry Rose anymore.
"Ok, then let go," Rose said calming down to see that Leon was fine.
Leon got up and head to the west wing of the white house.