Leon's Bad Day

The thick warm air caused little beads of sweat to form on his head; his breathing slow, steady.
Humidity hung over the room like a curse. His long blond bangs stuck to his head.
First one blue eye, opened, and than the next. Leon wiped his brow.
"Jesus, this heat" he mumbled to himself.
September 31st, 1998, his first day at the Raccoon City Police Department.

Never a thought made him believe he'd end up in a little city out in the middle of nowhere, rather than a place
like New York City or Washington D.C.

But atleast you could be a little bit enthusiastic right? he said to himself.

Opening his window the sun was almost set.

"Fuck me!"  he grabbed his watch off the nightstand. 8:26?!

Your first day of work and you can't even be on time. Leon groaned before stepping off his bed.
As he stood on the cold hardwood floor, a quick chill ran through his over heated body.
Leon walked into his tiny bathroom with the stand up shower, removing his mickey mouse boxers.
A gift an ex had given him last Christmas, he smirked and kicked them next to the rest of his dirty clothes.

I should really do something about that, he looked down at the dirty pile of clothes.

You could also stop worrying about who bought you, your dirty underwear?
Or how you need to do your week old laundry and worry about how the hell,
You're going to make a twenty minute drive into town to a four minute one.
Oh well also showering and getting dressed, starting your car....
You could also get in the shower instead of looking at it!!!!

He jumped into the shower, the first spurts of cold water giving him goosebumps, sending chills up
his entire body. He quickly washed one handed his body with Irish Spring, and his hair with some grocery store brand
shampoo. Leon wrapped the towel loosely around his athletic build, he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth, ran a comb
through his wet messy hair.

Tossing the towel aside, he grabbed his deordorant and quickly put on his laid out uniform.

At least you were smart enough to lay out your uniform. Grumbling to himself again.

Keys...Keys...Keys... where are you? he searched his pockets.

Ah! Back pocket! he ran into the pile of clothes worn from the day before and grabbed them and jogged towards the door.

His navy blue jeep, in need of wash was parked next to a red sports convertable. He looked digusted as he unlocked his door and
climbed inside. He put the key in the ignation but slammed his hand down.

Shit, my utility pack. Cursing he slammed open his car door hitting the red convertible.

SHIT! No time for this! He ran into the house grabbing the pack and ran back to the car.

He patted the tiny white scratch,

Sorry about that. I promise on my first paycheck if I'm not fired for being late, I'll take care of that.

Leon put his car in reverse and was finally headed out, catching the first red light
of the next six there would be till the turn off
for Raccoon City...he sighed,

This is going to be a long night.