[TWD x Resident Evil] — Chapter 466 - T-Virus Acquired

Ada dragged Rebekah with her, their figures swallowed by the dark passageway.

She rounded several corners, checked behind them, confirmed no one was following. Only then did she shove Rebekah against the wall and let go.

Rebekah hit the wall, gasping hard. She lifted her head. Her eyes were solid red.

A second later, she yanked a backup pistol from inside her Tactical Vest and leveled the muzzle at Ada's face.

"Why?"

She was furious.

"You just told me you knew him."

"So why did you do that?"

Ada looked at the gun. Her face held nothing.

"I was helping him."

"Helping him?"

Rebekah looked like she'd just heard the funniest thing in her life.

"You drove a knife straight through his chest. That's helping him?"

"You were trying to help him die!"

Ada stepped forward.

"I said I was helping him."

"That strike missed every vital. It looked bad, but it won't kill him."

"As for why."

She looked at Rebekah.

"You don't need to know."

Rebekah's finger curled against the trigger.

"I don't care what your reasons are. You hurt him."

Ada let out a short laugh. Then she moved.

Her leg snapped upward like a whip, fast enough to cut air.

Rebekah never even registered it. One instant the gun was in her hand. The next, her wrist went numb and the pistol was spinning through the air, clattering across the floor somewhere behind her.

All of it over in a blink.

Before Rebekah could process what had happened, Ada was already on her. One hand pinned her shoulder. The other wrenched her arm up behind her back and drove her into the wall.

"You're too impulsive, little girl."

Ada's voice was right at her ear.

"That kind of impulsive gets him killed. Gets you killed too."

Rebekah fought. It didn't matter. Ada's grip was iron, and she was completely pinned.

"Let go of me!"

Ada pulled a zip tie from her waist and had Rebekah's wrists bound before she'd finished the sentence.

"Save your energy."

"I can't explain it to you, and honestly I can't be bothered."

She hoisted Rebekah up and slung her over one shoulder like a sack of flour, still squirming.

"Behave."

"We're going to see someone."

"Once you do, you'll understand."

Rebekah had nothing left to work with except her legs, which she kicked uselessly against the air.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Who are we seeing?"

"Say something!"

Ada didn't answer. She just walked, carrying Rebekah forward, deeper into the dark.

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Elsewhere.

The river was ice cold.

Leon felt like his lungs were going to blow. He kicked and clawed through the current toward a blurry smear of light ahead.

The wound on his chest had gone pale and soft from the water.

His hand finally scraped against wet rock.

He hauled himself out on the last dregs of whatever he had left, dragging his body free of the rushing underground river and collapsing onto the gravel bank. He lay there like a fish dragged out of a tank, mouth open, pulling in great ragged gulps of air.

He coughed for a long time. Spat out mouthfuls of river water streaked pink with blood.

It took a while before the world steadied.

He pushed himself upright against the rock wall and tore his shirt open over his chest.

The wound was deep. The flesh had peeled back and curled outward. It looked awful.

Ada hit hard, no question. But just like she said, she'd gone clean around the heart and the aorta.

The woman knew her anatomy.

Leon checked his pockets. The cigarettes and lighter were gone, swept off somewhere back in the current. Not that it mattered. They'd have been soaked through anyway.

He swore.

Then he reached into the innermost pocket of his Tactical Vest, the waterproof one buried deepest against his body.

He pulled something out.

A coiled metal injector. The liquid inside caught the dim light and glowed a strange, unnatural blue.

Leon stared at it. A slow expression crossed his face, something caught halfway between pain and a grin that had no business being there.

This Ada.

That strike of hers was so goddamn vicious she'd almost punched his ticket for good.

If he ever got the chance, he was going to make sure Ada understood what real pain felt like.

The kind that leaves you unable to sit down for a week.

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