Resident Evil: Wesker

Log Three: Awakening

I'll say this right now. Dying sucks. The pain from being shot in the head was intense, yet at the same time, it was over almost instantly. I don't know much about what happened after my death, all I do know is that I felt a cold emptiness for a long time before I awoke with a start.

I felt my head and saw some blood on my fingers, but I was still very much alive. I knew for a fact that I should be dead, but I wasn't. I remembered how it happened. The trigger pull, the bang of Albert's gun, the pain of the round piercing my skull, but most notably, I remembered the face of my killer. Albert Wesker. My brother.

I felt a burning anger as his face appeared in my memory. A kind of anger that I had never felt before. I growled as I stood up and grabbed my handgun and checked it. It was still loaded, but my shotgun was destroyed beyond any real use. Suddenly, the entire facility shook, letting me know that Chris succeeded in activating the facility's self destruct, which meant I needed to bug out yesterday. Questions burned in my mind. Chief among them, how was I alive after being shot in the fucking head. That was an injury one generally doesn't get up from.

My questions would need to wait as something blocked my path. One of Umbrella's cybernetics division's warbots was up and about. The bot was taller than a Hunter, and could very easily crush one's skull... If the Hunter was significantly weakened first. It's arm mounted chaingun was capable of firing about a hundred rounds a second before overheating, and the bot was equipped with its own ammo factory, meaning it had an almost unlimited supply of ammo.

I took a step forward, which caught the thing's attention, and it began to scan me up and down.

[Warning. Unknown biohazard detected. Initiating containment protocols.] It said.

"Biohazard?" I asked.

Without warning it raised its weapon at me and began spinning it up. I thought fast and went for cover as the rounds landed and ricocheted off the wall I was behind. I pulled my handgun, grimacing at the fact that this thing was basically immune to anything short of armor piercing and anti-material rounds, so 9mm was gonna cut it. I waited until the bot overheated its weapon, and when it did, I made a sprint for the exit.

What happened next caught me off guard.

One moment, I was behind the corner of a wall, the next, I was inside the elevator and the warbot just exploded as if something has collided into it at high speed. Knowing I really didn't have time to question what just happened, I activated the elevator and went back to the main hall of the mansion. When the elevator door opened, I was met with a collapsed chandelier, and rubble blocking the front door.

"Just fucking great." I grumbled. "What else can go wrong tonight?"

You ever hear the phrase, don't tempt fate? Well I did, and I almost lost my head for it.

A Hunter pounced at me from out of the corner of my eye, but as it came close to taking my head off, time seemed to slow down around me. I moved to the side of the Hunter, grabbed its arm and hurled it into the rubble, causing it to crash hard.

"What the fuck..?" I exclaimed, shocked.

The Hunter recovered and charged at me, but I sped towards it and punched it in the face hard enough to put my fist through it. I pulled my fist out of its head and flung the blood and bits of brain on it off of it.

"That's friggin' nasty!" I grimaced. "What's happened to me... Wait. Could this be..?"

It quickly came flooding back to me. Project W. The project that created Albert and I, led by Ozwell E. Spencer, Umbrella's founder. He wanted to create some kind of superhuman via the Prototype Virus. A byproduct of the Progenitor Virus found in Africa that started Umbrella.

From what I recalled, the virus was dormant in both me and Albert, and would only activate when we... Expired. That would explain why I came back after being dead for who knows how long.

I felt stronger, faster. I felt untouchable. But I knew something else that even Albert did not. The virus was unstable. Eventually, my body would begin to break down and become so weak I couldn't stand. I refused to let that happen.

I sped through the manor, trying to find an alternate means of escape, when I passed by a window. I mentally said fuck it and launched myself out of the mansion just as it began to explode. I somehow managed to outrun a nuclear bomb sized explosion and I turned to look at what once was a nice natural forest with a secluded manor, now a big old hole in the ground. Some part of my mind thought that Albert was dead.

The rest of me knew better.

Albert had survived, and that either meant he killed Chris, Jill, Barry and Rebecca, or he was killed by Chris, and like me, gained superhuman powers thanks to the activation of the Prototype Virus. I figured the later was more likely as I returned to Raccoon City, but stopped when I heard a twig snap. I looked over and saw a Umbrella Security Service soldier searching for any infected that survived the blast. He wouldn't find any as they were all basically dead, but he wouldn't leave those woods alive.

I quietly snuck up on the soldier, doing my best not to step on any loose foliage. By the time he felt like he was being followed, it was too late as I grabbed his head and snapped his neck, killing him. I looked at his corpse as an idea struck me. He wouldn't need his uniform, and I was already presumed dead, so I decided to swap uniforms. I finished by putting on the gasmask, put a round in the guy's head, and headed towards the chopper. There I saw U.S.S. Alpha Team, led by the Grim Reaper himself, HUNK. He noticed me approach and I stood at attention.

"Anything left in the area, Ghost?" He asked.

"Negative." I replied. "Spotted a S.T.A.R.S. member trying to escape, though. He didn't make it very far."

"Got it." HUNK said. "We're heading back to Management. Let's go."

The rest of the team and myself boarded the helicopter and made our way back to Umbrella HQ. Also known as the NEST. Albert had likely gone to ground after escaping that hellhole of a mansion, but Umbrella? I could bring them down from the inside, and get what I needed to stabilize the Prototype Virus. Specifically, the regenerative properties of William Birkin's G-Virus.

I close this log hoping that this may shed some light on what happened in that mansion, and how I had hoped that the nightmare ended there. But it had only begun, and soon Raccoon City would become hell on Earth. It's been almost twenty years now, but I remember 1998 like it was yesterday. Arklay was a nightmare. But Raccoon City, was worse.