Resident Evil Volume 3 Chapter 22
ploded. In a blast of curled steel and igniting gases, the creature's head was obliterated, disappearing like a popped balloon. Almost simultaneously, a wave of steaming gore hit Leon, bits of tooth and bone and shredded, smoking flesh clapping over him like a thick wet blanket. Gagging, his ears ringing and arm bleeding, Leon sat up as the headless carcass settled to the floor, the legs crumpling beneath the brainless weight of the reptilian monster. He pressed his blood-covered hand against the wound, exhausted, sick, in pain and as deeply satisfied as he'd felt in quite some time. "Gotcha, you dumb shit," he said, and smiled. When Ada came jogging up the corridor a moment later, that's how she found him staring at his handi- work in dazed and dizzy triumph, bloody and bleed- ing and grinning like a little kid. T WENTY-THREE LEON WAS WEARING A WHITE UNDERSHIRT beneath his uniform; Ada tore it into strips and bandaged his arm with it, fashioning a kind of sling for him to wear once …
