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

IV. You again

After surprisingly not getting any nightmares this night, giving me a wonderful rest with that, I decided to treat myself to a good wake-up stretch to just have this feeling of the typical morning stretch.

"When we're already feeling so good, why not make ourselves something nice for breakfast, now shall we?". These were my first thoughts as I was making myself ready for the day. I got some new clothing out of the closet, making a quick run for the bathroom so I could store them there for so long till I finish my breakfast. Now that I think about it, I should have already gone for a shower yesterday instead of the book. But now it's another day, meaning I got other things to do than think about what tragedies happened yesterday. The longer I can keep myself on different thoughts, the better.

As I made myself on the way to the kitchen for some leftover pancakes that still were stored up in the fridge, I noticed the kitchen window is open? Wait, wait, wait.. didn't I close every window yesterday night? Ugh, I just don't remember that well anymore. I must've forgotten to do that. I immediately closed it and took a quick peek around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so there was nothing to break my head over with. At least I could enjoy some pancakes. I got the plate out of the fridge and just placed it in the microwave for a minute. As that is happening, I took a bit of time to search myself for a fork to already place on the table, ready to be grabbed if it's needed. The waiting for the pancakes is driving me insane without any other noises apart from the noises of beeping cars from the outside and screaming from time to time, letting me know that whoever just encountered a zombie, for them any kind of help is already too late. I'd rather keep my butt at home for some safety, at least.

For some other noises in the background I decided to turn on the kitchen radio, so maybe but just maybe there would be some music or someone ready to help others with as an example telling the people where they could trade things for food or something. Sadly, there were no help signs of anybody but at least some music. It is just songs from Elvis Presley, but I think that might as well just do it for some time. From time to time, I had the urge tho to switch some channels, hoping for any other human signs apart from just music, but I guess the apocalypse hasn't reached that many people just yet. Hopefully, it will with rumours spreading or whatever, so there can be help sent for a hopefully bigger survival rate.

Just as I was getting lost in such thoughts, the microwave did a loud bing sound to let me know the pancakes were done. I don't even hesitate to open the little door to get the food out of it. As always, I always halfly burn my hand because the plate is hotter than the food on it. At least I can be happy that it never were any serious burns like a sunburn. I grabbed the fork I placed not far from me on the table to use it as my eating utensil and also get to eating.

Now that the pancakes have been finished up, I decided for whatever reason to just look out the window for some time even tho I shouldn't before it would remind me of yesterday. It usually calmed me down when I used to look out the window, but that already has been quite a while since it helped me properly. But what I saw now caught me a bit off guard.. why was the guy from yesterday standing in front of my house? The most concerning thing about him this time was that he was looking straight in my direction. Did he follow me yesterday? Maybe he needs help. I'd rather not start thinking of the worst in this current time humanity has to live in now even tho in most situations, it's the most logical.

I went to the front door, which was already stupid enough to do after seeing this stranger again. He already was weird enough the first time I saw him, but I guess it's just the spirit in me that always loved helping other people more than watching over myself. Even tho it can very easily get me killed.. but he didn't look infected, so I didn't share to worry about that. The thing tho is as I opened the door after peeking out of the little spy hole, no one was there. It left me standing there confused until something or better said someone touched my shoulder from behind. It made me scream for a short second and immediately turn around to punch the special someone wherever I would aim at first. Before that could be something, he caught my hand before it even could get close to his chest, where I seemed to have spontainuasly aimed at.

"You left your back door unlocked.". Again, his sentence came out in a dry tone, almost seeming like he isn't doing this for fun.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be somewhere else, doing your business or whatever you said you were busy with last time? According to what you're doing right now, it can't be something too important, now can it?" I asked him somewhat more curious than any other emotion I should have had and shown.

"Mmm.. you'll find out soon enough."

That being the last thing I heard before this guy injected something into my neck quicker before I could even react. It wasn't some of the soft drug stuff, I could tell because my vision started getting blurry and everything I could still hear sounded pretty muted and almost right after the injection. With that the last sentence I could still understand and the last picture I will be capable of recognising when I'll wake up is him carrying me bridal style while looking down at me and telling me his name.

'Albert Wesker'.. that name might as well be stuck in my head for some time before I can forget that again. Or will I even ever be capable of doing that?