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Begining 1

There is no destination and there is no goal. 

There is no planning for the future or any stressful thoughts. 

Just Agony and you.  

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     Well, almost just Agony and you. Wesker became infected by the dogs that held Agonies poison.

Wesker survived the attack at the cost of his memories. Agony managed to tamper with his 'ideas' and some of his 'memories' to keep him in check. You didn't know Wesker was alive and he knew nothing about you. That's how Agony wanted it to stay.

"Agony, I still feel like a piece of me is still out there. My daughter is alive having Chris and Jill as her parents. She's the only remaining thing of his existence..." 

Endlessly gazing into your steak with charro beans and a side of rice. The appetite was there but so were the emotional stones of something. 

"We are not supposed to look back only forward." Agony assures you of yourself. 

"I understand that but I just -" Redirecting your attention to the empty chair in front of you. 

It was a void that could be filled yet there was no one there to fill it. No one to speak with, laugh, or even argue with. 

The link or emotional attachment should have broken when Wesker died. Somehow his ghost devours you day in and day out...

Did you make a mistake?

The years have gone by but It's hard to let go of the past when it still- 

"En más Noticias, dos Bibliotecas más están en construcción. El nuevo Smartphone será realizado en Junio 15.  Se han encontrado rastros del virus activo en algunos huesos de animales."

When the past still lingers.

Everything around you suffered from the invasion and isolation of your daughter's reign.

Humanity is still recovering from its previous years of war between the infected and themselves. 

On best terms, it's good to hear them wanting to release a public phone for all to use instead of constantly relying on walkie-talkies, radios, written letters, and yes even the old paper in the bottle trick had returned from the toilets. 

The economic status of many states was disrupted and the supply chains were broken.

Not everything faded to ashes there were skulls, bones, and even hardened skins remained.

Child labor was being accepted because everyone has to do their part to continue reconstruction and manufacturing.

The ashes of the infected were still being collected probably to retrieve genetic coding. Two companies formed during these harsh times. 

"Hiraeth" the company that uses the ashes to find lost relatives and bring peace to the families who survived. Hiraeth reconstructed the walled-in city from the war and used it as its headquarters. A blue sky Phoenix statue was constructed in front of the headquarters.

 It was forged by the leftover ashes of those who were transformed into savaged creatures.

And some other scientific crap that doesn't even matter.

The second company was named "Caim" ; their progress is unknown.

The only thing you cared for was your daughter. 

Because of your genetics that are bonded with hers and Wesker's she stated on not having children. Apparently if she were to have children the memories of the war would be passed down to them. And so would the abilities of Agony. 

She passed away 13 years later due to an accident. Her death was unknown. Jill and Chris searched for you to come to the ceremony. You visited her the night after. Resting your hand on her statue that resembled her. The statue was nothing close to her. It did not smile or search for her glow. 

You lost what you attempted to save. You stayed away from her so she wouldn't remember you as her mother. You stayed away and only watched her from afar. That was your greatest regret never being able to be the mother she idolized. You could have done anything that was wrong and she'd still love you. 

Now you have no daughter or blood relatives. Just your Agony. 

As for Wesker. 

Wesker disappeared and so you believed the dogs had devoured him or that he faded along with the other viruses. 

Now in the present this building held more space for souls than your own heart. 

The restaurant was big enough for two inside tables to care for consumers. There were two more outside with an old man sitting on one just looking around. There was no shiny tile floor, central ac, or high-quality meals. 

And you were starving!

A tv was settled by the counter corner for the owner and customers to watch. A radio played nothing more but a static voice. There was a fan that hung from the ceiling that had a loose bolt and tweaked every time after a swing. 

A dirt road that was nothing more but a cluster of people moved through the streets filling your ears with their sounds. 

"Why did we move to Mexico?" Agony asked annoyed from the ear rape. It's enough to cause someone else like you to go deaf. 

"I'm looking for something" the slight pause made you collect your thoughts. "Someone." 

Grabbing hold of your fork’s handle you looked around making sure no one else was around and if the owner was watching tv. Once the coast was clear you picked up the plate transformed your face and swallowed everything within the plate. "Life is like this because you want it to be. You are, board y/n." 

Agony searched for your emotional point.

 But all they can find is nothing.

"I can not understand what you are looking for if you don’t let me in. What are you looking for? Tell me and I will be of some assistance." Even they seemed to be confused by this new internal conflict. Was it not enough? Wasn't it enough for Agony to grant you access to your free will? Was it not enough that they fought and risked their very own existence for you to live? What more could you possibly be dreading over? 

"I know what it is! What you are searching for.” They act as if they made progress in knowing what’s bothering you.

"You are of no use to me if you can help." you responded calmly. All these years of immortality has changed your character. As well, every soul you devoured has created a room inside your head. Everyone's memories flow through you, conflicting emotions with personalities. If not for Agony being your file manager you would have gone mad the day your daughter died.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore Agony. I’m close to breaking point.” 

“That can not happen, we will not allow it.” Agony assures you. “If it’s Rosalia.” Slamming your fist down on the table got the attention of the waitress and cashier. “Don’t speak of her name Agony. You are the last one to say her name. You could have saved her, you could have told me what happened to her.” 

“She was weak minded and weak willed. We have always known this.” 

“That is not the point Agony! She, sehhe-” you look back at the memories of Rosalia being that little girl that followed you all the way to the transformation. “She was my daughter.” Keeping your head between your legs shielding yourself.

You've fought your feelings toward your daughter but they so suddenly return to remind you of the family you can never have. The family you pushed away to keep safe.