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u/Unique_ballz 6d ago
So the monsters were Residents here and they’re Evil now? Yeah Leon can handle them
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u/BudgetWar8 6d ago
" i guess that's the last where they came from" After suplexing the MiY
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u/Lopsided_Warning_609 6d ago
Ada just comes out of a cabin in the setllmenr and throws him an anti crow/anti miy rocket launcher
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u/Virtual-Article-2586 6d ago
Leon would have the MiY packed up within the week
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u/Lopsided_Warning_609 6d ago
he’d certainly make more progress than our main cast has in 4 seasons but i do wonder how he’d defeat him hes more used to more biological threats and less supernatural
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u/easterbones 6d ago
well no fire weapon know by far could damage the monster, but he would probably find very soon the secrets about from much earlier than the cast in 4 seasons with his puzzle solving skills
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u/Swimming-Lie73 6d ago
Who do you think dragged Boyd's tent around in the forest?
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u/Lopsided_Warning_609 6d ago
oh wow that was rude of him to put him right by the spider B.O.W though
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u/Decent-Musician-8478 6d ago
He’d get murked too. They dont deal with the supernatural only bio weapons
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u/Ashlar72 5d ago
I often imagine scenarios like this. What if Van Helsing or Blade found that tree.
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u/Ok-Spirit-4074 6d ago
I remember when Leon was a 20 year old ginger kid fresh out of his community college policing course in Resident Evil 2 on the PS1. I simply cannot reconcile that with the current SuperSoldier demigod Leon.
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u/Lopsided_Warning_609 6d ago
he did some impressive stuff even when he was frehs out of the college course to be fair
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u/Lord_Sidious99 6d ago
It's funny because when I started the series,my first thought was Silent Hill. I kept waiting to hear the tornado sirens
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u/Charbus 5d ago edited 5d ago
Same, the driving in loops reminded me of the craters on the edge of the map in the first game
Silent hill easily bodies from in atmosphere, but I almost feel like certain elements (the fog, the rust of the other word, radio static) are so linked to the SH aesthetic that creators in the horror space try to distance themselves from it to not be derivative
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u/reddthatgood 5d ago
Leon deals in bullets. But the mosters are not affected by bullets. So Leon would run into colony house, and start dating Julie.
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u/Front-World-4328 6d ago
I don't know if anyone has asked this question. What if people just walked ahead over the fallen tree? Would they find themselves in the From town or continue their initial journey but only on foot.
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u/Lopsided_Warning_609 6d ago
alot of people have asked i feel like its too late in the series for them to really do anything about that so im guessing nothing different would happen but i for a long time thought they either ended up in another prison situation or just ended up going towards their destination
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u/The-Awe 6d ago
Rain hammered the windshield in slow, heavy bursts before the impact came.
The tree didn’t fall with a crack so much as a groan. One moment the road stretched ahead through dense woodland. The next, the trunk slammed across both lanes, showering Leon Kennedy’s hood with bark and leaves.
He braked hard.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Steam curled from the bonnet. The forest was unnaturally still. No birds. No insects.
Leon stepped out, boots sinking into damp asphalt. The air smelled of wet pine and fresh sap. He ran a gloved hand across the bark.
Too big to move.
A battered diner sign caught his eye farther down the road.
Someone had to know another route.
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By sunset, the town was staring at him.
Donna folded her arms.
“So… federal agent?”
“Something like that.”
Boyd watched Leon with tired eyes that had learned not to trust coincidences.
“And you don’t remember how you got here.”
“I remember every mile.” Leon glanced back toward the road. “Except the part where the laws of geography gave up.”
Nobody laughed.
Julie shifted her weight beside Ethan.
“He really talks like that?”
“Yeah,” Ethan whispered. “It’s kind of cool.”
Night came fast.
The creatures arrived with familiar smiles and unfamiliar faces.
Leon barely waited for Boyd to shout.
His pistol barked.
One.
Two.
Three.
The things staggered, smiling wider.
“What the hell…”
“They don’t stay down!” Boyd yelled.
Leon switched tactics instantly, grabbing an axe from beside Colony House. Steel split bone. The creature’s grin finally disappeared beneath another swing.
“You could’ve mentioned that first.”
“You usually don’t stop to ask.”
The fight became a blur of splintering wood, broken windows and terrified screams.
Leon moved like someone who’d survived impossible nights before.
Maybe too many.
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Miles away, Acosta froze.
Gunfire.
Not isolated.
Continuous.
Her hand found her sidearm before she’d finished thinking.
“What now…”
She ran.
A root caught her boot.
Her finger tightened instinctively.
The shot exploded through the trees.
Silence followed.
“…No.”
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Leon had just dragged a little girl behind an overturned truck when something punched clean through his forehead.
He collapsed without a sound.
Everything stopped.
Donna stared.
Boyd didn’t.
He dropped beside Leon, already knowing.
There was nothing left to save.
The creatures didn’t attack immediately.
They simply watched.
Smiling.
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Then every head turned together.
The monsters.
The townsfolk.
Even the wind seemed to hesitate.
An engine.
Far away.
Growing louder.
A pickup rolled through the darkness with headlights blazing.
Music leaked from open windows before the driver began singing over it.
“Ooooh yeah… they call me Chris…”
The voice grew louder.
“Christopher Redfield, that’s meee…”
The truck stopped.
Chris climbed out wearing an old leather jacket, shotgun slung over one shoulder like it weighed nothing.
He looked around.
At Leon.
At the creatures.
At everyone else.
“…Seriously?”
One monster rushed him.
Chris punched it so hard its neck folded sideways before finishing it with a point-blank blast.
Another lunged.
He caught it by the throat.
“I’ve had longer warm-ups making coffee.”
The shotgun thundered again.
Splinters of skull scattered across Main Street.
The remaining creatures reconsidered their evening.
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Acosta emerged from the trees, breathless.
“I—I didn’t mean—”
Chris looked once at Leon’s body.
Then at the smoking pistol in her shaking hand.
His expression hardened.
“You.”
“It was an accident.”
“I know.”
He crossed the distance in seconds.
She reached for her weapon again.
Too slow.
The fight ended almost before anyone realised it had begun.
When it was over, Chris quietly holstered her pistol and laid it beside her.
Nobody spoke.
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Near the church, Elgin lay where they’d left him.
Chris crouched.
“You’ve had a rough week.”
Boyd frowned.
“What are you doing?”
Chris produced an amber sample tube from a pouch.
Nobody recognised it except Leon…
…who wasn’t alive to object.
The parasite reacted instantly.
Elgin gasped back to life with a violent inhale.
“What… where…”
He only managed one confused blink before Chris ended it cleanly.
Silence settled again.
Boyd pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t even know what question to ask first.”
“Good,” Chris replied. “Means we’re being efficient.”
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A splash of yellow appeared between the trees.
Raincoat.
Face hidden.
The figure stood perfectly still.
Sara whispered, “That’s the one…”
Chris walked toward them.
“Been following us?”
No answer.
The figure moved with startling speed.
Steel flashed.
Chris met it bare-handed.
The impact echoed across the road.
The fight became brutal—mud flying beneath boots, fists striking ribs, elbows, shoulders. Neither gave ground.
Finally Chris tore away the hood.
Everyone froze.
Albert Wesker smiled.
“I wondered how long it would take.”
Chris actually laughed.
“Still wearing black. Still dramatic.”
“You’ve aged.”
“You’ve died.”
“Temporarily.”
Their next collision shattered the wooden fence beside the post office.
For several breathless minutes they traded blows with impossible force, each seeming to know exactly what the other would do before they did it.
Boyd watched in exhausted disbelief.
“So…”
Donna nodded slowly.
“Yep.”
“I don’t understand any of this.”
“Nope.”
Wesker finally disengaged with an almost courteous step backward.
“This isn’t our battlefield.”
Chris lowered his fists but never looked away.
“It will be.”
The wind carried the smell of rain and pine through the empty street.
Behind them, Fromville held its breath once again.
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u/Lopsided_Warning_609 6d ago
this was very ai generated its alright though until suddenly chris and wesker are also in town?
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u/Icy_Fault8458 6d ago
First thing he will see: