[TWD x Resident Evil] — Chapter 482 - Fuck It, Whoever Wants to Save Him Can Save Him

"Nobody fucking shoot!"

Shawn Greene's roar cut through everything.

"Nobody fucking shoots! That's Leon!"

He was close to breaking. This choice was impossible.

But he would rather get chewed down to bare bones by Walkers than watch a single bullet hole open up in Leon's body.

Leon answered him by getting colder.

He didn't even glance at Merle, who was on the ground spitting blood. Those hollow eyes had already moved on to the next target.

Rick.

Rick had his Colt Python up again. Gun raised, finger trembling.

Shoot?

How could he shoot Leon?

Don't shoot?

Then was this thing, this monster that knew no one — even Leon anymore?

That half-second of hesitation was all it took.

Leon moved.

He closed the distance to Rick in an instant. Rick felt a force clamp onto his wrist, irresistible and total. The Colt Python ripped free, spun through the air, and disappeared into the grass.

Then a knee, straight into Rick's gut.

"Ugh—"

Rick folded like a shrimp. His stomach turned inside out. He couldn't make a sound.

"Fuck!"

Abraham finally moved. That iron tower of a body surged forward like an enraged bull, bellowing, throwing all his weight and strength into the charge, trying to knock Leon clean off his feet.

He was dealing with a monster that didn't play by any rules he knew.

Leon didn't take the hit. He just tilted at a wrong angle the instant Abraham arrived, and his right foot whipped out like a lash and cracked into the back of Abraham's supporting knee.

THUD!

Two-hundred-plus pounds of Abraham crumpled. He hit the ground on both knees.

At the same moment, Candice's side went sideways.

Those beautiful eyes had gone hollow. Same vacancy as Leon's. Same brutality underneath it.

The hand around Maggie's neck kept tightening. Maggie's face had turned purplish-blue. She was almost gone.

"Glenn! T-Dog! Get Maggie out! Control Candice!"

Shawn barked the order through bloodshot eyes, then yanked the knife from his belt and lunged at Leon himself.

No other play. He'd have to cut Leon first and ask questions later.

Daryl Dixon didn't move. He stood just outside the fight, crossbow up, eyes locked on every shift in Leon's body, hunting for an opening, something that ended this without ending Leon.

Shawn's fighting style was police academy: big swings, full commitment, power-forward.

Against Leon, it was a joke.

Leon didn't even use his hands. He just kept moving his feet, drifting and shifting, dodging every thrust Shawn threw at him with something close to contempt, and then kicked him flat on his face.

"HRRAAGHH—"

The Walkers were getting louder.

In the darkness between the trees, murky eyes advanced from every direction. Leon had pointed them here, and now the living were doing the rest. The dead were coming from all sides.

"We're out of time!"

Glenn Rhee had pulled Maggie free from Candice's grip. He screamed across the chaos.

"Walkers! Hundreds of them! At least!"

Inside the pickup, Lilly had stopped functioning. She watched the people outside trying to fight a monster they couldn't stop, and watched those staggering shapes pour out of the dark from every direction, and she was certain: she was going to die here tonight.

"All of you, get the fuck out of my way!"

Merle hauled himself off the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, reached into the Humvee, and dragged something heavy out.

A grenade launcher.

"Boss." His voice was quieter now. "Sorry about this."

He pointed it at Leon.

And then he just stood there, wanting to end it, unable to pull the trigger.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind!?" Shawn roared.

"You want to blow him apart!?"

"Better than letting him beat us to death one by one!" Merle roared back.

"He's a monster right now!"

"He's going to use those Walkers to wipe every last one of us out!"

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