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

III. Someone's definetly watching

As I was on my way home, I was literally speeding as fast as I could to see if my parents were at least still alright, I was coming across more of these lifeless creatures. As far as I remembered, they called them zombies. The more I kept running, the more I just kept seeing them. The weather also started to describe everyones their mood. I could tell from afar already that it will rain soon. A rough guess of mine would say about in at least an hour it should. This gloomy weather didn't better the situation at all. Finally, tho I didn't have to fight with the thought of getting wet because I arrived earlier at home than expected. Was I running this quickly? Well, it shouldn't matter now anymore. I went inside, being fully aware of my surroundings, more than usual. The smallest noises caught my attention, but in the end, it was nothing, so basically, it was just a waste of my time. Not that it would matter nowadays anyway anymore.

The thing that caught my most attention, tho is that mum and dad weren't there. They didn't have work today, so I thought something bad might've happened to them. But as strong as they are, I'm sure they can protect themselves. Let's just imagine they've gone out for some groceries to calm my stupidly paranoid brain at least once today.

I was checking the fridge to see how much food was left to be sure of how long it would last and when I would have to leave home for another shelter. If my parents are also really out for gathering food, including the other stuff like packs of noodles in the basement, I could expect to have a month and a half till maybe two months of peace before I might as well have to do some travelling. I plopped myself onto the couch in the living room, trying to receive some rest I could need. The funny thing tho is, as soon as I got to close my eyes, screaming and loud shooting could be heard. Everything went quiet again within seconds, giving me an unsafe feeling once again. Did I even lock the doors? What if these shooters are now in my house? And there I was, left again panicking, running to each window and door to lock them for at least some kind of reassurance that not everybody could come in.

"Phew.. now that everything is locked up, I might as well just get some rest.. finally!" I murmured to myself as I lay down once again, but this time in my bed. Now I had the feeling I was getting watched.. are you f*cking serious?! I just wanted to get my damn rest to have some energy for later, but everything just seems like it doesn't want me to! Already feeling like I would regret it later, I decided to ignore the feeling and just finally have a lay, to eventually also end up falling asleep.

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It must've taken long for me to fall into my dreaming state because the last thing I remembered was me constantly moving around under my blanket, preventing me from even falling asleep. But as I woke up after seeming like good six hours according to the clock on my wall, I eventually had to force myself to get up to maybe eat something small because when I had the cafe with my friends earlier, it was 4 pm. Now, having 10 pm with barely anything in my stomach, I should at least eat a banana or something like it. Getting up automatically caused me to walk into the kitchen. The only thing different was that I was trying to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't attract something unwanted, now don't we? As I got my little snack, tho, I noticed that mum's keys weren't back yet. Just counting one and one together in this new kind of world made everything come out to one suspicion for me, which was them being dead. A few tears fell once again, but this time, I decided to embrace the fact immediately.

The fact tho knowing your parents are dead is not that easy to accept just yet. To let it back down at least a bit, I concluded to eat a bit more than planned. It wasn't something drastic that I made myself eat, but it would have been better to save it for another day. I just needed a bit of distraction that wouldn't make too many noises around the house like the TV would. Maybe I should just read a book instead then.

After I finished everything of that, I went into the living room for a bit of a longer stay this time. I turned on a small light we always had in the corner of the couch as a little reading lamp so time could be passed and maybe even take this as an opportunity to get sleepy again for more strength in the morning. While I was just sitting down to make myself comfortable, I started feeling like I was being watched. Looking out of the windows didn't bring me anything because there was no one to be spotted. It might as well just be my imagination, trying to play tricks on me once more as usual lately. Shaking my head and rubbing the bridge of my nose got me to proper sense again and just try to leave the thought as it is. Finally, after some time of reading, I also got rid of this disgustingly annoying feeling to enjoy this book in the long run. It's a book I also used to read a lot in my childhood. Even in school, I read it more than just once! Sometimes I wonder why this book is so special to me... I never honestly understood why.

It probably had its reasons. These were my last thoughts before I fell asleep once more, and hopefully, this time also for a bit longer.