Chapter 7

Leon Kennedy was still unconscious and Pamela had helped me to lift him up to put him on a wooden bed that was in the house, not very comfortable but it was better than leaving him on the floor.

I stood looking at the agent's body. I still couldn't believe that we had arrived so far, I couldn't believe that I was still alive. This is incredible, it's like a fucking dream.

Suddenly I got dizzy and felt like something was walking inside my chest and my abdomen. I screamed in pain and cough, shit, it was blood. Pamela just stood next to me and held me.

- You're okay? - She asked worried.

- Yes. - I answered with a slightly hoarse voice.

I ran out of the house and vomited blood.

- You're not okay. - Interrupted Pamela who came to my aid and gave me a small bottle of water.

- Thank you. - I just said and started drinking it. - Can I know what you're doing here, miss? - I asked with my very peculiar tone and with a half smile.

- I came on vacation Miss. And you? - She said following the game and I just smiled, it was a long time since I didn't see her.

- Same, but I didn't see you with the other tourists. How long ago are you here?

- The truth is that I came with Richard ...

- Ooopaaa. - I interrupted with my perverted look.

- He died. - By saying this I was shocked.

- I'm sorry, how?

- Those spaniards attacked us, Richard believed himself to be the hero and they killed him cuz he was an idiot. - she said it coldly and I was frozen.

- Shouldn't you cry or something? - I tried to understand hers feelings.

- You say? I don't want to get depressed now that you're with me I feel better.

- You certainly didn't answer my question. How long have you been here?

- Oh, I'm sorry Miss, I'm a month ago.

- What? - I was shocked. - And you're still alive.

- What? Did you think I was going to give up and die now? No rulita, luckily this house had some comforts and something to eat, but they are already running out.

- And where did you get that gun? - I questioned to see that she had the gun hanging by the waist.

- I always carry it with me, my dad says it's for my safety.

- Oh sure, he's a cop, and I thought that no cockroach you could kill.

- You're a bitch. - She told me showing hers middle finger.

- And so you love me. - I smiled and she rolled her eyes. - Don't do that, you will remain cross-eyed.

- Yes, of course, how did you get here? And who is your strange partner who is unconscious in bed? - She interrogated me.

- He's an emo boy I found out there. - I answered without giving much importance.

- Ruli, tell me. - She insisted.

- Me. - I said funny and she looked at me very angry. - Okay, I'll tell you. A few days ago I came on vacation and there is a satanic sect, I would say, called "Los Iluminados", I'm sure they are the culprits of everything. That they control the villagers in the area. One named Osmund Saddler is the cause of everything. Look. - I commented while I removed the file from the backpack and handed it to my friend.

She began to read it, while I decided to look at my surroundings. Everything was very quiet.

- This can serve as evidence of all the murders. - Pamela said when she finished reading it. She returned the file and I put it in my backpack. - What else? - She wondered.

- Well, they have my uncle, and the villagers killed the tourists who came with us and also my parents. - I said the last thing in a whisper.

- Sorry, rulis. - She told me and approached me.

- Get away satan! I do not want your hugs, please. - I joked to avoid getting depressed, she just laughed and took a step back.

- And what about the emo boy? - Questioned again.

- Well about that guy ... I managed to escape from the village or so I thought until I stepped on a stupid trap that injured my foot, as you see. - I pointed to my wound. - He assisted me, is a kind of agent who works for the United States government and came to this area to rescue the president's daughter, apparently they kidnapped her.

- You're not lying to me? - She asked incredulously.

- No. - I answered looking her in the eyes. - By the way, he speaks English and doesn't understand spanish very well, so less Guaraní.

- Oh no, he's going to be a headache. - My friend added as she rested a hand on her head.

- Just for you. - I said.

- Damn, you know english.

- Do not worry, I can translate.

That said, we went back into the house, the sun was hiding. I left the backpack on the side of the bed. Then Pamela gave me a can of corn, and with all the hunger I had, I had to eat it.

- So now you're going to go with him? - She asked.

- What other option do I have? Wait, are you getting jealous? - I looked at her curiously.

- What? Of course I don't ruli. I'm just trying to protect you, I do not like that guy.

- Ok Mom. - I joked. - Ha, you can come with us.

- Shouldn't you ask him first?

- I do not care, we have to get out of this hell anyway. If it isn't with him, we will do it together. - I left the empty can on the table. - Pamela, you cannot stay here. We have to move forward, there must be an exit.

Suddenly we were interrupted by a sound, it seemed like a phone call. I went to Leon, took his cell phone out of his pocket and saw that it said "Videocall- Hunnigan" was a video call.

- Are you going to attend? - Asked my friend.

- Ehh, yes. - I said doubtful and attended the video call, I could see the face of that Hunnigan. - Ahh ... Hello?

- Who are you? - The girl asked in english a bit defensively. - Where's Leon?

- Sorry, I'm Laura Lopez. I guess Leon told you about me. He is unconscious. - I said in hers language.

- How?

- I don't know, he was fine until he suddenly fainted. But don't worry, I'm taking care of him. It looks like the sleeping beauty. - I said as I showed her from the cellphone to where Leon, Hunnigan just grimaced.

- Okay, tell him to call me when he wakes up. - Hunnigan said.

- Understood, but wait, Hunnigan. - I interrupted.

- Yes?

- Is there a chance we'll get out of here alive?

- Don't worry, Agent Kennedy is one of the best trained in the agency, if he promised to take you with him, then you are in good hands. - When I heard this, I was a little bewildered and the video call ended.

- What did you say? - Pamela asked me with her lost expression.

- She is a contact of that blonde, she wants to warn him when he wakes up so that he returns the call, or in this case, video call. - I explained.

- Ok. - My friend said.

Then I looked at the phone in my hand. Should he have something important? They say curiosity killed the cat, but I'm not a cat, so.

I moved a bit away from my friend and I started to infiltrate Leon's cell phone until I heard someone clear his throat behind me, I turned and it was him. Oh, oh, oh, I think I feel like the cat now.

- Hello. - I smiled innocent.

He showed me his hand to return what belonged to him, so I returned it to him.

- Hunnigan wants you to return the call. - I warned him in english.

- Okay, and wow, it's already dark, how many hours have I been unconscious? - He asked.

- Ehhh, I don't know, about three hours maybe.

- He finally woke up. - Pamela interrupted.

- Aha. - I just said.

- Who are you? - Leon asked and my friend looked at me.

- She is my friend. - I interrupted. - Her name is Pamela, she only speaks spanish.

- Mmm, okay. - Leon commented. - My name is Leon Kennedy. - He introduce himself looking at my friend and they both shook hands, Pamela thought it was very strange, it showed on her face.

- I want her to come with us, her father is a cop and she is an expert in, you know, fighting and all that. - I explained.

- It's great, we have to go to church, but first I'll make a call. - Leon said to then leave the house.

- What happened? - Pamela asked.

- You will accompany us. - I smiled. - We're going to a church, so it looks like there's the president's daughter and probably my uncle.

- Church? Wait... what? - Questioned my friend quite confused.

- The president's daughter, if we want to get out of here alive, we will accompany him and help him in his mission, unless you know another way out of this damn town.

- Fine. - She said without arguing. Apparently she had no other idea.

The american entered the house again, sat on a chair and rested his arm on the table sighing, it seems that he was somewhat exhausted.

- How you feel? - I asked. I was standing and supported by a piece of furniture looking the ceiling.

- I'll be fine. And you? - He answered.

- Getting better. - I replied.

In that my friend approached, sat in front of Leon leaving two opened cans of corn, on the table, of which one gave it to him with a teaspoon.

- You have to feed a little, to recover energy. - I interrupted him before he said anything and he looked at me suspiciously. - We didn't put drugs or poison or anything like that, so don't worry. - I said and he looked at Pamela who was already eating hers.

- Thank you. - He said and proceeded to eat. - Won't you eat? - He wondered.

- I already ate, don't worry. - I answered and he just kept eating.