"It's really quiet now..." grumbled Werewolf, glaring around and brushing her bangs away from her eyes. She really hated not being able to see clearly, and without her glasses that wasn't a possibility. She found herself tensing and getting ready to shoot at any little shadow that seemed to move as she traversed the pathways Luis had marked on the map in that was currently crumpled up in her left hand. She held a tight grip on Marissa in the other. "This is like... eerie quiet..."
She didn't expect anyone to speak up when she had stated this out loud, had merely been speaking to break the silence. So when someone did speak up it caused her to jump comically and whip around to aim Marissa at the speaker.
"Than maybe the little lady would like some company?" Luis blinked and held up his hands as the barrel of the handgun was pointed at him. "Easy now!"
"Oh.... it's you..." Werewolf blinked, eyes slightly widened in recognition as she lowered the handgun. "How's it goin'?"
"Running around the dark woods in the rain without any company or cigarettes... You tell me, eh?" he may have been complaining but Luis still managed to hold a civilized, even humorous tone as he spoke about it. Now he gestured to Werewolf. "And yourself?"
"Friggin' amazing!" she snapped, noticeably more irritated than Luis at their individual predicaments. "Running around in the dark.... can't see shit..."
Luis chuckled lightly ignoring the frustrated glare she sent his way. "Well, why don't you come with me then, hmmm? You can keep me company and I'll keep you from running into anything, si?"
"Sounds as good a plan as any," she relented with a shrug.
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Wesker watched through half-lidded eyes behind the lenses of the ever-present sunglasses. Really, it didn't take long to take a quick glance into a microscope by Excella seemed to be absolutely fascinated by what was on the Petri dish and didn't seem to be privy to speaking to him as of the moment (which would prove to be a first).
It was working charmingly, his plan that was. Excella was so enthralled by him that she probably would’ve believed him if he told her the moon was made of Swiss cheese without even a shred of evidence to show for the claim. It was making his job easier at keeping her on his side as she was steadily gaining rank within Tricell (or commonly known as ‘S’ as of the moment).
But to keep her on his side, he did have to show proof of what he was planning for ‘them’ (not that she even knew that there really was no ‘them’ but a ‘himself’ only). The specimen was incomplete as of the moment, but he already knew how he would finish it... He just needed that Plagas sample... Combining the Plagas sample with this very virus found in the Stairway to the Sun would create the one thing needed to create a new race... a race he would rule over as ‘God.’
But there was also that nagging in the back of his brain... to seek out Spencer...
A nagging that he would deal with after this latest mission of Krauser, Werewolf, HUNK, and Ada’s was finished... Then Wesker could focus fully on this plan of his with no further distractions.
“And you are sure this... Plagas... of yours will complete it?” came Excella’s thickly accented voice as she finally glanced away from the microscope and up at him.
“But of course.” he answered with a simple gesture of his hand to the few specimens of the bright orange flowers from Africa in the lab. They were being kept alive in containment tubes filled with an amber colored liquid. “And than the world will come to its knees when it is completed, dear heart.”
Excella seemed to almost purr contently at this prediction.
And Wesker knew that once she as at the head of Tricell their funds and ability to back his research was inevitable.
All was going according to his calculations...
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Leon blinked at the two familiar faces grinning amiably at him in the two story house he and Ashley had taken refuge in from the hoard of Ganado approaching them outside. “Luis! Werewolf?”
“I see you’ve found the President’s daughter,” Luis mused stepping closer as Leon moved to sturdy the door with the piece of lumber Luis had chucked at him to use.
“What kind of a name is Werewolf?” Ashley scoffs, eyeing the dark-haired woman up and down critically.
“The kind of name that says ‘I’ll kick your ass out the second story window if you piss me off,’” it was sad amiably enough thought smile on Werewolf’s face unnerved Ashley. Not to mention the voice sounded vaguely familiar... as if she had heard it before... Ashley quickly shoved the thought away, figuring the woman must sound like someone from the University and that’s why it was familiar.
“I see the President gave his daughter.... ballistics...” Luis interrupted, lightening the mood up once more as he appraised Ashley’s body appreciatively. Ashley merely turned and glared at the wavy-haired male, hands finding their way to her hips.
“Excuse me! Who do you think you are?!”
“Maybe the lovely lady should introduce herself before asking someone his name?” Luis taunts lightly, determined not to take the woman’s harsh tone seriously.
“The name’s Ashley Graham... The President’s daughter.” The entire way Ashley said it gave the sense as if she were speaking to someone slow.
“Is she.... you know?” Luis asks, glancing at Leon who gave a smile and a shrug back.
“She’s cool. Don’t worry.” came Leon’s answer and Werewolf couldn’t resist rolling her eyes.
“She meant is she infected all the way,” she informs with a sigh as if to say ‘Some people.’
“Never mind about it, señorita.” Luis interrupts lightly. “I hear there’s supposed to be some obvious signs...”
“Signs like what?” Werewolf dead panned, anxious beginning to gnaw at her chest. She didn’t know what these symptoms were yet. She wanted to know exactly what they were know, however. Not to mention if she knew she’d know what to expect and how long, and this anxiousness she was feeling now would go away....
It was a new feeling and she didn’t like it... at all.
“Leon! Look!” All eyes were drawn to the poorly boarded up window that Ashley was pointing at. Through the planks the mass of Ganado could be seen, brandishing their torches, pitch forks and hatchets.
“This seems like a bad situation...” Werewolf pointed out as she and Luis reached for their firearms already prepared to fight to stay alive.
“Ashley, hide!” Leon demands, turning to look at Ashley and make sure she obeyed. With a nod and a “right!” she was already up the stairs in a flash and looking for a place to hide in in the limited spaces that could fit her frame.
“Let’s do this, amigos.” Luis grunts seriously, already aiming the Red9 at the nearest window that was being surrounded.
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☣ BEWARE Zombies Ahead ☣ Jack Krauser
FanfictionA woman begins Resident Evil 4 and is quickly sucked into it before learning much of anything important. And what's this about a bet of her being able to survive it... or not...?
