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         Blamm, Leon jolted form his sleep on the couch . He awoke to the sound of gunfire and it scared the crap out of him. Half dazed from the night before he reached under his couch for the little gun box he hid there for emergencies and  fumbled for the right key to open it. Panic filled him mind, Umbrella was after them and the were under attack. He finally unlocked the case and pulled his Desert Eagle.50cal. With a fresh clip in, he tried to hear where the sounds were coming from. From the angle of the two story house, it seemed that the sound was from the basement area.
           Damn, that wasn’t good. If they were under attack, that meant that Brad was in trouble. His room was the main basement and it was because of his extensive weapon collection. Great, this is just fun there Kennedy, Leon muttered to himself. Get everyone plastered the night before and it will be the only time Umbrella invades. He crept quietly towards the back hall where the stairs for the second floor and the basement floor met. Blamm, blamm, ratatatatatata, and the sound of more gunfire!!!!!! What the hell is going on Leon blared to himself  mentally? Suddenly he herd footsteps from upstairs. Damn, he forgot Claire was asleep upstairs. He cocked back the hammer of the heavy gun and hoped Claire was ok. He needed help he first because she was unarmed, the gun case was down stairs. Besides he knew brad would have no trouble defending himself for a while.
           Leon continued to creep slowly up the stairs and kept his gun leveled the gun midway with his body. He need to be sure it wasn’t Claire making the noise and he didn’t want to hit her. When he finally made it to his room, the door was shut and gave the halls a dark cast, Since it was only Five AM, the only light for him to see by was from his’s old hall night light. It usually kept him from hitting anything while stumbling to the bathroom at night. When he made it to the door, Leon tested the door to see if it were open with the barrel of the gun and it slid open gently to the touch. The room was silent and the shadows were all throughout the room. Nothing here it seemed, it looked as though Claire was in bed. So Leon moved forward with the gun leveled up and went further into the room.
       Instantly something in the room sprung  towards him and knocked him down. In the process of this, the gun was flung from his grip. He found himself on the ground and the foot of his attacker was right on top of his head. The cold end of a gun jabbed right into Leon’s back, giving him a sharp jolt of pain in his lower side. Damn Im going to die, panicked Leon. Goodbye Claire and goodbye world. Then nothing, nothing happened at all. He wasn’t dead or in several pieces, he was still in his room. But the attacker, who was still holding the gun to him. Pulled it out from his back and then he saw why.
           Damn Claire, Leon stammered while checking himself to see weather or not he pissed his pants. What the hell is going on here and why did you attack me?  Sorry Claire replied, I thought you were and intruder. I herd the gunshots and quickly grabbed the sawed off from the closet. Nice moves though boasted Claire, I just could have killed you like that. Yeah replied Leon, don’t remind me .Im glad you don’t sleep walk and I think that’s why Brad doesn’t use the other room upstair’s. Oh my God Leon gasped, I forgot Brad. Last I heard the gunshots was from downstairs and that’s where he was sleeping. Well lets go help him spat Claire, and hurry.
The two of them hurried down to the basement door as quickly and as quietly as they could and when they opened the door to go down more gun sounds erupted from down below.
Sounds like its right from Brads room, I hope he’s fine. Leon swept his gun around the room to see all that was there, nothing to worry about with the washing machines. He was trying to get his eyes used to the small pinpricks of light from the doorway of the next, the one where he dreaded going next. He didn’t want the worse case scenario, but is kept ringing throughout his mind. Brad might already be dead, and you didn’t get there in time.
          Claire slowly followed Leon towards the small amount of light coming from Brad’s
room. As she neared, the shotgun felt heaver than usual in he hands. Her heart was running a mile a minute and she just wanted everyone to be safe. She could see Leon’s silhouette on the right side of the door as they came next to the room. She could hear voices, commands were being barked, military sounding voices were giving those commands. They had to see what was going on and she wasn’t going to wait and  flung the door open. With  Leon blazing in on the rear.
Only to find that Brad asleep on his bed with some gun-military movie going on in the background. There he lay spread eagle on the bed with his head phones still on his head, head phones disconnected from the stereo. Brad had figured out finally how to hook up the TV to the stereo, thus giving it better sound and allowing him to watch movies without making a sound. Well, from the looks of it spoke Leon, finally breaking the silence. It looks as though Brad rolled over in his sleep and pulled the head phones out. Claire trotted over to the stereo and shut it off. Yeah she replied and if I know him right, he listens to them loud.
          So this was all the ruckus stammered Claire, heart still pounding and coursing through herself. We think it Umbrella coming to end us all and it’s only Brad falling asleep, asleep like we should . Leon just stood there, pissed that he almost thought that it would be over just because the moron downstairs cant just shut the stereo off when he’s tired. Yet Brad; oblivious to this, just lay there sleeping away.

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         Blamm, Leon jolted form his sleep on the couch . He awoke to the sound of gunfire and it scared the crap out of him. Half dazed from the night before he reached under his couch for the little gun box he hid there for emergencies and  fumbled for the right key to open it. Panic filled him mind, Umbrella was after them and the were under attack. He finally unlocked the case and pulled his Desert Eagle.50cal. With a fresh clip in, he tried to hear where the sounds were coming from. From the angle of the two story house, it seemed that the sound was from the basement area.
           Damn, that wasn’t good. If they were under attack, that meant that Brad was in trouble. His room was the main basement and it was because of his extensive weapon collection. Great, this is just fun there Kennedy, Leon muttered to himself. Get everyone plastered the night before and it will be the only time Umbrella invades. He crept quietly towards the back hall where the stairs for the second floor and the basement floor met. Blamm, blamm, ratatatatatata, and the sound of more gunfire!!!!!! What the hell is going on Leon blared to himself  mentally? Suddenly he herd footsteps from upstairs. Damn, he forgot Claire was asleep upstairs. He cocked back the hammer of the heavy gun and hoped Claire was ok. He needed help he first because she was unarmed, the gun case was down stairs. Besides he knew brad would have no trouble defending himself for a while.
           Leon continued to creep slowly up the stairs and kept his gun leveled the gun midway with his body. He need to be sure it wasn’t Claire making the noise and he didn’t want to hit her. When he finally made it to his room, the door was shut and gave the halls a dark cast, Since it was only Five AM, the only light for him to see by was from his’s old hall night light. It usually kept him from hitting anything while stumbling to the bathroom at night. When he made it to the door, Leon tested the door to see if it were open with the barrel of the gun and it slid open gently to the touch. The room was silent and the shadows were all throughout the room. Nothing here it seemed, it looked as though Claire was in bed. So Leon moved forward with the gun leveled up and went further into the room.
       Instantly something in the room sprung  towards him and knocked him down. In the process of this, the gun was flung from his grip. He found himself on the ground and the foot of his attacker was right on top of his head. The cold end of a gun jabbed right into Leon’s back, giving him a sharp jolt of pain in his lower side. Damn Im going to die, panicked Leon. Goodbye Claire and goodbye world. Then nothing, nothing happened at all. He wasn’t dead or in several pieces, he was still in his room. But the attacker, who was still holding the gun to him. Pulled it out from his back and then he saw why.
           Damn Claire, Leon stammered while checking himself to see weather or not he pissed his pants. What the hell is going on here and why did you attack me?  Sorry Claire replied, I thought you were and intruder. I herd the gunshots and quickly grabbed the sawed off from the closet. Nice moves though boasted Claire, I just could have killed you like that. Yeah replied Leon, don’t remind me .Im glad you don’t sleep walk and I think that’s why Brad doesn’t use the other room upstair’s. Oh my God Leon gasped, I forgot Brad. Last I heard the gunshots was from downstairs and that’s where he was sleeping. Well lets go help him spat Claire, and hurry.
The two of them hurried down to the basement door as quickly and as quietly as they could and when they opened the door to go down more gun sounds erupted from down below.
Sounds like its right from Brads room, I hope he’s fine. Leon swept his gun around the room to see all that was there, nothing to worry about with the washing machines. He was trying to get his eyes used to the small pinpricks of light from the doorway of the next, the one where he dreaded going next. He didn’t want the worse case scenario, but is kept ringing throughout his mind. Brad might already be dead, and you didn’t get there in time.
          Claire slowly followed Leon towards the small amount of light coming from Brad’s
room. As she neared, the shotgun felt heaver than usual in he hands. Her heart was running a mile a minute and she just wanted everyone to be safe. She could see Leon’s silhouette on the right side of the door as they came next to the room. She could hear voices, commands were being barked, military sounding voices were giving those commands. They had to see what was going on and she wasn’t going to wait and  flung the door open. With  Leon blazing in on the rear.
Only to find that Brad asleep on his bed with some gun-military movie going on in the background. There he lay spread eagle on the bed with his head phones still on his head, head phones disconnected from the stereo. Brad had figured out finally how to hook up the TV to the stereo, thus giving it better sound and allowing him to watch movies without making a sound. Well, from the looks of it spoke Leon, finally breaking the silence. It looks as though Brad rolled over in his sleep and pulled the head phones out. Claire trotted over to the stereo and shut it off. Yeah she replied and if I know him right, he listens to them loud.
          So this was all the ruckus stammered Claire, heart still pounding and coursing through herself. We think it Umbrella coming to end us all and it’s only Brad falling asleep, asleep like we should . Leon just stood there, pissed that he almost thought that it would be over just because the moron downstairs cant just shut the stereo off when he’s tired. Yet Brad; oblivious to this, just lay there sleeping away.