- An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

She tossed and turned in her sleep. Only the edges of the cot kept her from falling onto the floor of the lab.

She was back in the darkest parts of the Otherworld.

Deep under the church, with metal and rust all around her. Her footsteps echoed in the dark, a flashlight her only companion. She could hear stomping above her, the cultists struggling to look for her. To find her.

There was blood all over, splattered over her clothes. She had no weapon, and that terrified her more than anything.

She tried to pick up the pace, hearing rumbling behind her. They found her. They found her and she needed to run.

It felt like her legs were made of lead. Each step was slower than the last.

They were going to catch her.

They were going to --

Cheryl woke up with a startled gasp, soaked in sweat. She was shaking, shivering in the cold air.

She dragged herself off the cot, taking the lab coat with her as a blanket as she went hunting for the showers.

She had gone home.

She told her dad she would be right home.

And she went. Caught the train. Walked from the station.

The sunset was warm and the orange light bathed the streets and shadows as she walked. There were no monsters. No one was following her. She could just go home.

She saw her father's car in the driveway and picked up her pace until she was running. Across the street, through the door.

"Welcome home, Heather..."

But she was starting to wake, no matter how hard she tried to grasp for her father.

She tried to keep her eyes shut, to pretend she could go back to that dream.

Cheryl sort of remembered the trial.

But she hadn't felt right.

Wesker was there, she knew it, she was looking at him. But the world was getting hazy and blurry. She was pretty sure he didn't actually hit her, or stab her, but everything was spinning.

Then everything went dark.

How long she was out, she wasn't sure. But the air was cool, and the lights hummed overhead. She knew she was laying on some kind of cot, some sort of horizontal surface with a light blanket over her. Was this Wesker's lab? Why was she here? She was pretty sure he wasn't a medical doctor.

She could hear voices, but the world was still slowly returning to her. Chris, arguing with someone... probably Wesker.

But everything was still spinning, and she wasn't sure she could sit up.

"Hey, got that pink box."

Said box had a torn side, as if thrown and trampled on. A conscious look was given, before he made a motion to toss it to her.

"... Will that work?"

Her eyes light up at seeing the box.

She catches it, looking over the brand and crumpled instructions.

"This will be perfect! We'll need to find a place to rinse it out, but yeah! This is great!"

She throws her arms around him in a big hug.

Cheryl beams at the compliment.

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