𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝙳

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?  

𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎  : :

Your  frustration  turns  into  tears  quickly.  the  strength  of  your  fury  is  so  potent  that  it  sets  off  the  waterworks  out  of  pure  rage.  you  hate  it,  because  whoever's  pissed  you  off  thinks  it's  funny,  like  you're  not  tough  and  you  can't  defend  yourself.  you  can,  you  just  need  to  get  through  the  haze  of  emotions  first.

His  lab  was  the  only  place  he  could  think  to  go  now  ━  he    couldn’t    stay  down  in  the  sewers  but  then  he  couldn’t  say  which  was  more  risky.  Crawling  around  down  there  like  an  oversized  rat  or  scuttling  back  to  his  lab,  an  Umbrella  owned  facility  knowing  they  had  just  executed  his  wife,  making  their  contempt  for  him  entirely  obvious.  

The  NEST  had  already  begun  to  slip  into  chaos.  Evacuations  had  started,  apparently   there  had  been  a  viral  leak  here  too  ━  but  how ?  Had  Annette  caused  it  in  her  rampaging  state ?  No  matter,  the  researchers  who  weren’t  already  succumbing  to  the  infection  were  trying  to  escape  ━  or  hide,  whichever  one  of  the  two  proved  most  doable  at  the  time.  He’s  avoided  most  of  them,  slipping  into  his  lab  &  sealing  the  doors  behind  him.  Now  that  he's  here  he  can  breath  a  small  &  shallow  sigh  of  relief.  

There's  no  way  he  could  stay  here  &  he  knows  that,  but  he  feels  a  little  safer  sealed  inside.  He  begins  the  task  of  going  through  the  drawers  &  picking  out  files  that  could  be  of  use  to  him  ━  if  he  could  make  it  out  of  here  he  was  going  to  need  something  to  hurt  Umbrella  with ━  there  was  just  no  way  he  could  let  them  get  away  with  it  all. 

Compiling  them  together  in  one  large  folder  he’s  caught  off  guard  by  the  distinctive  chiming  of  the  doors,  a  tune  that  lets  him  know  access  had  been  granted  by  an  outside  force.  There  wasn’t  many  people  who  had  access  to  his  lab  like  that,  it  was  him,  Annette  or  maybe  someone  else  from  Umbrella  ━  another  USS  unit  perhaps ?  

Relax. How was he supposed to take deep breaths and relax when he was stuck on a table, constrained. How was he supposed to calmly allow himself to be drugged, not knowing when or if he’d wake up again? 

“Wait, wait! I shouldn’t be here. I’m not a BOW, I’m a BSAA agent!” Yelling his title could either be helpful or backfire terribly, depending on who this guy worked for.  Piers could handle being tortured if it came to that, but he couldn’t do a single fucking thing if he was knocked out. He had a feeling everyone here thought he was basically dead since he managed to wake up in the first place—a mistake that wouldn’t happen twice.

That, or someone really messed up the medication measurement and was probably getting fired.

There was also a solid chance that this wasn’t new information, that this doctor was already aware of who he was, or at least his higher ups were. The worse outcome he could possibly think of was that this was the BSAA, but just the cold inside of a lab that Piers would have never had reason to step into. He hoped with every fiber of his being that his Captain wouldn’t have let them do that, that he would have killed him himself like Piers had begged earlier, but there was no way of knowing what fucked up world he had awaken to.

He had to think quick though, because he was in no shape to fight and in no position to barter.

He tried anyway.

“What if—what if I let you do whatever you were going to do, but you let me stay awake?”

Poor  guy.   As  far  as  he  can  tell  he  doesn’t  really    seem  to  comprehend  the  position  that  he's  in.  Though  this  doesn’t  seem  to  frustrate  the  Doctor  at  all.  Honestly,  if  anything  it  was  probably  to  be  expected  given  his  circumstances  were  among  the  most  extraordinary.  The  suggestion  sounds  like  a  good  idea  of  course  but  he  remains  hesitant.  Unwilling,  even.  He  knows  what  someone  like  Piers  might  not.  After  all,  viruses,  especially  those  designed  &  engineered  under  the  direction  of  Umbrella,  were  not  as  simple  as  one  might  think.  A  virus  was  a  biochemical  mechanism  that  transformed  the  body  on  a  microscopic  level  to  suit  their  own  unique  needs.  The  viruses  William  had  spent  his  life  engineering  were  capable  of  doing  this  on a  far  gander  scale.  

He  takes  a  moment  to  move  one  of  the  small  wheeled   stools  from  its  place  off  to  the  side  of  the  room,  sliding  it  over  to  sit  on  it  at  Pier’s  side.  As  strange  as  it  was  to  hold  an  entirely  human,  coherent  &  decidedly  friendly  conversation  with  someone  he  had  no  choice  but  to  have  strapped  to  his  examination  table  in  such  a  conflictingly  dehumanising  way,  he  wants  to  remain  giving  the  impression  of  being  a  fellow  human  who  could  be  spoken  to  &  reasoned  with.  It  was  in  his  best  interest  to  keep  this  illusion  up.  ❝ Its  not  that  simple. ❞ 

❝ The  problem  we’re  facing  is  that  your  body  isn’t  your  own  anymore.  You’re  now  sharing  it  with  another  intelligent  organism.  Which  means  I  could  poke  you  with  this,  sure -- ❞  he  says,  gesturing  to  the  needle  he  was  going  to  use  before  placing  it  back  down  on  the  table  beside  the  two  of  them. ❝  --- But  Its  likely  that  the  parasite  now  living  inside  your  body  won’t  differentiate  between  pain  and  malicious  intent,  and  the  last  thing  either  of  us  wants  is  for  it  to  become  agitated.  If  you  sleep  then  so  does  it.  Do  you  understand ?  ❞

     RUN.

     The only thought that stood out to the man in his current state. Between how weary he was, the panic and adrenaline, his grief at the state of his home…not much of relevance was going through his mind. Certainly nothing coherent. He’d been on a blind run for hours now, barely able to recall where it began.

    The mansion took its toll on all the remaining survivors in STARS, the abominations within leaving scars that may never heal. The worst part was no one even believed them. If only they had humored them, taken precautions…but it was too late for what ifs. The city was lost, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that. The outbreak hit hard and fast, two thirds of the city turned overnight and Raccoon City plunged into pure, unadulterated chaos. Abominations and atrocities against nature roamed the streets. 

    At the beginning, Wesker had led strike teams of officers through the city. Brad had done the same, leading a group downtown to locate survivors and aid in evacuation. They lost contact with Brad’s unit by the afternoon. Similarly, Wesker’s unit was terminated - a creature with one eye had appeared on a rooftop, and crashed down into the street near his team. Before Wesker could even process it, the officers nearest him opened fire, and the monster tore them to shreds.

    He himself was treated like a ragdoll. Thrown around, smacked against buildings, shot at- the thing could use weapons. It was intelligent. Knowing he had no chance, Wesker was prepared to go down swinging, when Brad rounded the corner, badly hurt; the monster uttered a single phrase before chasing him down and leaving Wesker behind. STARS. So it was after his team. Albert tried to stand, to give chase, but to no avail; he was forced to retreat to the station, to treat his wounds.

    But he was cut off. A monster that looked strikingly like a lizard had jumped him as he neared the gates, and though Albert put it down, the noise drew plenty of unwanted attention. He had to turn the other way and continue running. Running away from his last option of a securite location.

    Now he found himself charging through back alleys. Left hand clutching his right side, running with a limp. Right hand gripping his Samurai Edge so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Finger ready on the trigger. Blood dripped to the ground behind him, leaving a trail of crimson; his glasses were cracked, revealing a hint of the blue hues that sat concealed behind them. Panic flooded his entire being. Where should he go? What should he do? He was running out of options.

    A name sprung to mind. William. Clever, scholarly William. He helped create these monsters - surely he had some fallback plan? Some means of dealing with them more effectively? Perhaps even an antigen, to save these people? That solidified an objective in his mind. Let him ground himself. A quick change of direction set him running towards the Birkin household. He knew William was unlikely to be there; he was more often in the lab, after all. But Al didn’t know how to reach the laboratory William currently worked in, and his home seemed the best option. Oh, how he hoped he’d be there.

    Upon arrival, the man wasted no time. He was weakening, vision becoming blurred. Rapid knocks on the door, much more than a hint of urgency. “William- it’s Albert! Are you in there? Will!” His strength was fading. It was all he could do not to slump against the door; the cyclopsian creature had nearly done him in, that he got this far amazed him in itself. His tone was distressed, far from the cool, level-headed Wesker most would be used to. “William, I need you- open up!”

@inviral​​ Dream team? Dream team!

He  made  it  to  the  house  not  so  long  ago  in  the  hopes     of  locating      Sherry.  To  his  dismay  however  she  wasn’t  here.  She  was  probably  headed  to  the  RPD  like  her  mother  told  her  to  do  should  anything  go  wrong. Go  wrong  now  being  an  understatement.  Annette  was  gone,  the  G  virus  was  gone   with  her  &  Umbrella’s  dirtiest  secrets  were  turning  the  city  into  a  living  hell.   While  he’s  here  he's  turned  the  bedrooms  upside  down,  rummaging  through  drawers,  closets  &  even  under  the  beds.  He’s  realised  of  course  this  was  all  for  nothing,  obviously  his  sweet  girl  had  taken  her  locket  with  her.   It  was  a  birthday  present  after  all  but  she  didn’t  know  just  how  valuable  it  truly  was.   He’s  left  slumped  against  her  bed  as  the  soul  crushing  thought  of  her  demise  dawns  on  him . . .  Who’s  to  say  she  ever  made  it  to  the  RPD ?  It  had  only  been  a  matter  of  hours  but  it  was  obvious  the  T-virus  was  doing  exactly  as  it  had  been  designed  to  do,  spreading  &  expunging  all  humanity  in  sight,  leaving  nothing  shambling,  blood  thirsty  husks  in  its  wake.  She  was  only  a  little  girl  &  the  RPD  was  a  lot  further  away  than  her  school  had  been,  a  place  she  would  often  walk  herself  of  a  weekday morning. 

Frustrated  &  squeezing  a  fistful  of  his  hair  in  his  hands  an  anguished  whimper  escapes  him.  Surely  he’s  killed  them  both;  it  was  all  his  fault, but   such  a  grim,  self  loathing  notion  does  not  say  with  him  long  as  the  knock  on  his  front  door  pulls  him  to  his  feet.  He’s  quiet  until  he  hears  the  voice  &  then  he  gives  a  sigh  followed  quickly  by  disbelief  welling  up  in  his  eyes.  That’s  Albert’s  voice.  Despite  his  involvement  with  the  RPD,  William  doesn’t  think  twice  about  doing  as  he's  asked,  runshing  across  the  house  to  let  him  in.  After  all,  he  was  hardly  Umbrella   anymore  ━  at  least  not  as  far  as  he’s  concerned. 

The  door  swings  open  &  for  a  moment  it  would  be  a  toss  up  between  who  of  the  two  of  them  looked  to  be  more  physically  &  emotionally  dishevelled  ━  not  that  William  paid  any  mind  to  such  a  thing  ━  the  fact  was  he  was  almost  relived  to  see  the  other  man,  no  matter  the  state  he  may  have  been  in.   ❝ Come  in,  hurry -- ❞

@infxction​​   ASKED :   “ Don’t die on me –  Please. ” (Wesker to William? 👀)  / /  Some  sentence  meme  -  Accepting ! 

He  didn’t  come  this  far  only  to  be  shot  but  of  course    Umbrella  were  tenacious.  They  weren’t  just  gonna  give  up  &  let  him  get  away.  It  all  happened  so  fast.  The  hot  searing  pain  in  his  side  &  Wesker . . . He  wasn’t  sure  if  the  bullet  wound  made  him  woozy;  if  it  was  just  the  lightheaded  daze  a  rapid  loss  of  blood  had  caused  him  or  if  that  everything  he  had  just  seen  was  completely  real. 

They’re  not  shooting  anymore.  In  fact  he’s  quite  sure  none  of  them  are  breathing  anymore.  That  would  be  a  bigger  relief  if  not  for  the  unfortunate  bullet  wound  they  had  left  him  with.  His  hands  clutch  at  his  side,  blood  seeping  through  his  fingers.  His  white  shirt  &  coat  probably  made  it  look  worse  than  it  was,  so  easily  stained  with  the  wet  contrasting  red  that  the  materially  greedily  absorbed  in  excess.    

@witcherpath​   ASKED :   “ i thought you were dead. “  doesn't anyone stay dead around here. ( from sera's ressie verse obviously mfldmsgs )  / /  Some  sentence  meme  -  Accepting ! 

It  only  makes  sense  that  Umbrella  was  trying  to  find  out    what  the  hell  was  happening  in  Raccoon  city  after  the  major  screw  up  from  their  first  USS  team.  He’d  like  to  say  their  failure  had  been  a  success  for  him  but  that  was  in  no  way  the  case.  No  one  was  coming  out  of  this  winning,  not  now.  His  only  solace  was  in  the  idea  that  Sherry  would  be  safe.  She  was  with  that  cop  last  he  saw  them  &    he  promised  he  would  get  her  out  of  here.  William  believed  him,  almost  as  if,  in  some  way,  it  was  his  very  purpose.  

He  wasn’t  sure  he  believed  in  cosmic  bullshit  like  destiny  but  either  way  he’s  lost  any  will  to  argue  about  it.  He’s  here  only  because  he  knows  that  his  prolonged  survival  kept  Umbrella’s  attention  away  from  his  daughter.  Which  was  the  same  reason  why  he  couldn’t  be  with  her  right  now,  as  much  as  he  wanted  to.  Still,  he  couldn’t  stay  in  Raccoon  city  so  when  he’s  found  he  doesn’t  try  to  escape  or  to  resist.  

The  virus  had  spread  through  the  city  far  quicker  than    the  estimated  infection  rate  had  been  back  in  their  lab.  A  majority  of  the  outbreak  being  T virus  based,  with  a  few  incomplete  G  embryos  in  the  making  by  now.  Needless  to  say  a  city  full  of  T  was  more  than  enough  of  a  nightmare  without  the  added  bonus  of  a  few  G  individuals. 

Above  ground  throughout  the  major  population  was  where  the  T  virus  had  done  most  of  its  damage.  It  was  safer  to  stick  to  the  sewers,  although  not  by  much  given  the  fact  that  they  had  became  Annette’s  domain  &    anyone  who  was  down  there  was  at  high  risk  of  becoming  a  G  host.  Though  he  estimated  this  would  be  limited  to  only  a  couple  individuals,  getting  through  unscathed  would  still  be  a  risky  endeavour. 

But  he  doesn’t  have  any  choice.  He  couldn’t  get  Sherry  to  answer  his  messages  &  having  taken  possession  of  Annette’s  phone  told  him  she  was  instructed  to  go  to  the  police  department  should  anything  go  wrong. 

He  has  to  believe  she’s  there.  &  he  has  to  get   to  her.  If  he  remembered  right  there  was  a  passage  that  ran  directly  underneath  the  police  department  which  was  easily  accessible  through  the  NEST. . .  With  caution  he’s  made  his  way  down  there.  He  doesn’t  get  far  when  he  spots  her.   A  little  girl  ━   a  confusing  sight.  What  was  she  doing  down  here,  presumably  alone ?  Was  she  one  of  the  researchers  kids ?  ❝  Hello ? ❞