Armageddon

A - V.I: Log 005

Infestation

“You will become the most powerful being imaginable. My dream—my weapon… you will be perfect. You will be a god. No… you will make me a god! That will show them! That will show all of them! With the power of the oblivion… you will rise!”

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Jason shot up with a choked yell, instantly regretting his instinctual decision to do so as he felt a pain flare up from his side, forcing him to lie back down against whatever it was he was laying on to begin with.

He took a moment to catch his breath, one of his hands reaching over to his side. The second his fingers brushed up against something coarse—something that was definitely not his hoodie—Jason felt himself go still.

He carefully looked down, only to see a set of bandages peeking out from beneath the tear in his t-shirt, tightly wrapped around his stomach. They were stained a light pink colour, but other than that they looked fresh.

“W-What in the…?”

Jason looked up, observing the area around him. He felt his heart sink into his gut as he recognised the odd, museum-esque interior of the Raccoon City police station. Which meant that what happened wasn’t one of his fucked-up dreams.

“Jason! Oh thank god!”

Jason’s head snapped in the direction of the voice so fast his neck almost broke. He immediately went tense, readying for a fight. Even though he was injured, there wasn’t a chance in hell that he wouldn’t defend himself. However, he had no reason to fight. It took him a second, but he soon recognised the owner of the voice.

Claire Redfield.

“Claire…?” Jason carefully spoke up, her name dancing across his tongue like an elegant, foreign word.

“What… what the fuck happened…?”

“You collapsed,” Claire began softly, making her way over to him. Once she was right at his side, she dropped to a low squat, her emerald eyes intently studying the bandages on his person. “It was quite a nasty wound, too. You’re lucky it never got infected.”

Jason chuckled at that. “So, what you’re sayin’ is I’m not gonna turn into a zombie, right?”

Claire looked up at him, meeting his silver eyes with a kind smile on her face. “If you were going to, you would’ve done so already. It’s been long enough... I think so, anyway.”

Jason knew that she meant that as a joke, but her words made him feel stupid for being reckless.

Not that him acting reckless was anything new, if his time with S.T.A.R.S. had anything to say.

“Shite…! How long was I—?” Jason asked her.

“Two hours. But don’t worry, nothing happened.”

“Not even Leon?”

Her face dropped, “I’m afraid not.”

He sighed out, giving a nod in understanding. He sat up, moving as slowly as he could to not irritate the injury. “Right... so, what do we do now?”

Claire looked taken aback by his answer. “You sure you want to move with your injury, Jason?”

Jason gave her a firm look. “Well, we sure as hell can’t stay here forever. You need to find your brother, and I need to find mine too, apparently. ’Sides, it’ll only be a matter of time ’til all them bastards outside find a way in.”