Resident Evil Volume 3 Chapter 11
they keep Raccoon's citizens from calling for help from outside the city? And these dogs, like carbon copies . . . something else that Umbrella made up in their labs? He took another step toward the fallen dog-things, frowning, not liking the dark conspiracy theories that were forming in his thoughts but unable to ignore them. What he liked even less was the look of the oil stains on the concrete floor; they were rust-colored and there were too many of the dried splotches for him to count. He bent down to get a closer look, so intent on putting to rest a sudden terrible suspicion that he didn't register the shot until he heard the high, singing whine when it blew past his head. Bam! Leon spun left, bringing the Magnum up and shout- ing at the same time... "Hold your fire!" ... and saw the shooter lowering her weapon, a woman in a short red dress and black leggings stand- ing by a van against the far wall. She started walking toward him, her slender hips rolling smoothly, her head high an…
