Code Chrisker

Chapter 3

 Claire held Steve's body in her arms. "S-Steve," She sobbed. "Steve, wake up. We've got to get out of here—together."

Claire never thought she would care about the man who introduced himself by firing a turret at her. He was a brat who made things unnecessarily difficult... in the beginning. Steve had come to her rescue time and again, and after watching him resist the effects of the T-Veronica virus to save her life, Claire knew she was wrong about Steve.

She prayed to whatever God might be listening, hoping that Steve would come back. "We can still get out of here, Steve," She pleaded. "We've just got to get out of this cell. Please, Steve, wake up..."

"Claire?" A voice called out from behind the steel cell door.

Claire jumped, pulling Steve's body closer to her chest. "W-Who's there!?"

The unknown man sprang to life, excitement dripping from every word. "It's me! It's Chris!"

"Chris!" Claire exclaimed, slowly laying Steve on his back. "You came for me!"

"Obviously," Chris huffed. Claire could tell he was smiling. "Can you get out of there?"

"No, the door's locked. More importantly, Steve needs help."

"Steve? Who's Steve?"

Claire glanced down at the young man lying before her, tears prickling at her eyes with a new intensity. You deserve better than to die here.

"My friend—I met him back at Rockfort Island. He was a prisoner there. He... He's infected, Chris. We have to help him."

"Gotcha. Just stay put; I'll find a way to open the door."

"Wait!" Claire called after him. She found two things in during her time at the facility that would be useful to Chris: the keycard, and a weapon called the Linear Launcher. Only one of those things would fit under the door.

"Here, take this." Claire slid a keycard under the door. "That will give you access to most of the locked rooms on base."

"Thanks, sis. I'll be back as soon as I can."

***

Wesker leaned against the wall in an abandoned medic's office, the smell of antiseptic filling his nose. His frustration with the team he arrived at Rockfort Island with was growing exponentially.

"I told you, she's dead. Are you familiar with the term?" Wesker snapped into his radio. Muffled protests sounded out of the speaker. Wesker cut them off, "Well figure it out before I come down there and introduce you to the meaning."

Wesker hurled the radio across the room, sending it smashing into a medicine cabinet. His sunglasses sat crooked on his nose as he caught his breath.

There must be something in here I can use to subdue the Prototype virus.

He dug through the shattered filing cabinet, looking for anything of note. He dug through desks, flipping them over when he found nothing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, Wesker found a trunk full of materials he could use for a suppressant.

He grinned and got to work, creating two serums. He stored one in his vest and injected the other immediately.

The room began to spin, forcing Wesker to his knees. His eyes flashed between burning crimson and ice blue before finally settling on a deep, cold scarlet. The voices screaming in his mind increased in ferocity before falling silent all at once.