Missed Me? (Albert Wesker X Reader) [Basically Abandoned <,3]

II. Why today, and not tomorrow?

As Lawrence went outside, I started getting an oddly weird feeling as if something bad was going to happen. As weird as that already is, my stomach was telling me in some way that I have something together with this woman. Something that makes us.. 'similar' if you can call it that. Surprisingly, Rachel started to build up a bad feeling too, which was more noticeable in her expression, as I saw her lowered, slightly twitching eyebrows, giving me an even more bad feeling about the situation. As I was just about to stand up and get Lawrence back, it happened. Everyone heard the screaming inside and outside the store, causing them to stop what they've just done to just look in his direction. I was shocked. Everybody was! A little kid around maybe the age of five started screaming and crying loud for their father. It seems like her mother tried to cover her eyes and calm her, but it was too late. The child saw everything, and so did we.

Tears started to bottle up in my eyes and it didn't take long for them to flow. Rachel starts screaming, wanting to run outside to stop this bloody murder of cannibalism but an old man holds her back. She screamed at him, telling him to finally let go, but he calmly shook his head telling her no. She looked at him seemingly visibly confused, not understanding why he wouldn't let her go to her dying friend. Who wouldn't wonder?

"It's too late that we can do anything for this young man. The end is very near. SEARCH SHELTER, BLOCK THE WINDOWS, AND DOORS, AND ROB AS MUCH FOOD AS YOU CAN! And don't even hesitate to shoot whatever is after you. Better start now, before it's too late!"

People started to panic at this point, even leaving Miss Sawyer in panic, even tho she's a very calm woman and usually is capable of keeping or getting everyone to calm down. At this point, I knew I would have to handle it alone.. well, mostly. I knew I had to calm down no matter what because I couldn't stick after this man forever. Of course, it'll still bother me, he was my friend, but if the old man is right.. this behaviour of crying after your loved ones for too long won't be needed for survival. I gave Rachel a big old hug to comfort her at least in some way. At this point now, I started to search for a logical point in this whole happening in my mind. Why did the man scream it was the end and not call the police instead? Does he have something to do with this? Who knows... I just have to believe him for now because trying to bring everyone else to calm down is not gonna help anymore. As I kept thinking about the fact why nobody called the police, Rachel suddenly spoke up from the miserable state she was currently in. It didn't take her long to catch up to my slightly visible confusion so I guess that's the reason why she spoke.

"Look Y/N. Remember about this 'T-virus' I told you about last year? This is what it was supposed to do. It also took me a bit to realize it could be that which it also most likely is.". Now I started remembering what she told me so long ago. We had a conversation once about the news, that they were expecting something like this to happen in the next few years. But it wasn't expected that it would come this early! I gave her a slow nod while all the memory slowly returned to my head. Why tho. Why today, and not tomorrow or another day? We could've still made so much out of this day...

Everything started to get ahead of me and I felt like I had to go out. I knew it was going to be dangerous but I felt like nothing else would be able to help me right now. As I got out, I didn't even want to look over to Lawrence his body, but I'm kinda happy I did? I saw a man crouched over him, inspecting his body or whatever this stranger was doing. From afar, he looked well-dressed. Stylish sunglasses with a long black coat. Can't tell the fabric too well from this distance, tho just yet.. it could be maybe leather. The thing I noticed the most tho currently, was that this dude was inspecting Lawrence's wound that caused his death. I ran over, trying to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, immediately catching his attention. He turned to me while lifting himself to his proper height, staring at me, almost seeming distracted by what he wanted to say.

"...Do I know you?" was the only thing he said to me before silence got the head of us again. I stared at him with squished-together eyebrows, trying to recognize any of the features I was capable of seeing at this current moment. Maybe his blonde stroked back hair would remind me of someone? Not really.. I felt like I knew this guy for longer already tho, but no one is coming to mind who he could be or where I could've met him before. He quickly is starting to get impatient for an answer too now.

"Look. Seven minutes is currently all I can spare to talk with you. I'm in a hurry, so make it quick." He spoke dryly. I couldn't think of anything proper that would come out of my mouth, so I just went with the typical: "Nevermind.. I think I'm all good. But just please give my friend the last peace he deserves.". Not that the last sentence is typical for a 'never mind' sentence, but I think it'll just have to work out with the way it is now.

As I looked into the cafe for the last time, I noticed many people staring at me weirdly as if I was capable of talking to a villain without dying at my first two words. Would be too funny to be true now that I think about it directly.

It made me scoff for just a second.