Resident Evil: End of Days

The G-Virus

After the injection of the T-virus, Rebecca lets me have a break and shows me the way to the campus lunch hall. Surprisingly Chris follows closely behind, still armed as per the norm of him. Makes me wonder how paranoid the man is at times. But I don't pay it any mind and take a moment to eat something. After all, in three hours Rebecca's research team will test the G-virus next...

I wonder about the testing while I eat in silence. What I just experienced earlier...was it possible that, in order for me to get my memories back, I had to endure torture? To be injected by viruses after viruses, or possibly get bitten by someone who was infected?

The thought makes me sick. To be put through pain only to gain things back...it felt wrong. But, at the same time, it's the only way I can do to be able to remember who I am. 

I notice Chris is watching me. Ugh, how long has the man been staring? I ask him, "If you're hungry why don't you get some food too?"

"I already did," He responds, and I look down at his...pair of trays. Damn the man can eat. I look at my tray, and I can barely find the appetite to shovel down half a burger and a side of fries. I frown quietly.

"Leon...?" I look up at Chris, and I take notice of the concerned look he's wearing.

"I'm fine," I answer back.

"That's a load of bullshit if I ever smelled it, and we're eating beef," He remarks.

"And how would you know what bullshit smells like?" I sass at him.

He smiles a little, and the gesture makes me smile too. Finally, something to smile to. It is a nice reprieve from the growing worry gnawing at the back of my mind, but it does beckon the need to talk. At least...to someone.

"I'm just overthinking," I confide quietly. "All these tests, just to see if the Reaper Antibody works, only for me to be able to remember things, piece by piece."

"You remember things?" He asks me. I nod and explain, "I remembered that I was a cop in Raccoon City. I met Claire, your sister, there at the police department during the outbreak. I remember Sherry Birkin too, and Ada Wong to some extent..."

Chris nods. "Well, it looks like the Reaper Antibody is doing more favors for you than just fighting the virus."

I nod slowly. "I remember the origins of the T-virus. It was a mutation strain from the Progenitor virus that the founders of the lab in the Arklay Mountains brought back from Africa. They...were testing for bio-weapons, where the whole shit storm started. They made different variants of the T-virus, one of which your old nemesis was experimented with."

Chris frowns a little. He then states, "It surprises me a little that you've come to know about Albert Wesker, but I'm not surprised either. Good riddance to him. He caused Jill and I enough grief for too many long years."

I frown. "...what if he's still alive?"

Chris looks at me as though I've grown two heads...or rather like he wants to corner me and interrogate me. He asks, "...he's what?"

"He's alive," I answer him. "I don't know how nor why but he is."

Chris is furious; I see the vein pulsing at the side of his neck. I tell him, "Look, Chris, I can't say for sure where he could be because I don't know where you killed him, but..."

Before I can finish Chris stands and storms off, leaving me alone. I sit there in confusion and pick at my food. My appetite is gone, but I can't help but feel a nagging in my stomach for him. I should have taken better care of what I said, I know that. I remembered somehow that Chris and Albert were long-time enemies, but I didn't think what I said would affect him this deeply...

Damn it...this is my fault...
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"Are you ready for test two, Leon?"

I'm back in Rebecca's lab, and this time a third virologist joins the company for this session. Chris, however, is at the far end of the room, stewing over what I had told him. 

I feel ridiculous. The interaction still lingers in my mind. Even with my hands clasped behind the chair, it makes me feel exposed...and I hate it.

The moment the needle is stuck back into my arm, all thoughts go out the window. Once again I'm enveloped in a heat that I can't shake off, my pulse is thundering in my ears. My right shoulder rolls and writhes while the virus courses through my body, and I think my shoulder dislocates itself while the virus is underway. 

But like the T-virus, memories flood back into me. I remember William Birkin, Sherry's father, who discovered the virus through samples of a subject called Lisa Trevor, one of the earlier experiments by Oswell Spencer. Her blood had absorbed a Nemesis Type-Alpha parasite, which was then procured by Birkin himself. Spencer funded Birkin's project to further study. However, Umbrella Corporation refused Birkin a position in the Human Resources offices, and he and Wesker left Umbrella together. 

Again, Wesker...

Knowing this makes my fevered mind spin even worse. I find myself hurling up my lunch, much to the chagrin of the virologists in the lab, but it worries Chris. However, the fever subsides, and I find myself back to normal...well, sort of. I'm hot and burning up, and Rebecca blesses my neck and forehead with cold wet rags and an ice pack to my chest. 

"You okay?" Chris asks me. 

I nod slowly, but I feel disoriented. I just lost my lunch, I'm hot and sweaty all over, and even the G-virus sorely stands out in my dislocated shoulder. Chris thankfully notices and pops it back into its socket for me. Rebecca gives me a sling for my arm, and Chris helps me up to my feet to find someplace to lay down for a bit.

There's a hotel nearby, and Chris gets a room for me. However, I find myself momentarily incapacitated, lying supine on the bed with nothing but cold at my neck, my forehead, and my chest. Once I'm left alone, I sit back and think about the day.

Maybe this is the only way I can get any memory back of who I am. But at the same time, I can't help but feel there's more at work under all these outbreaks. Seeing Wesker rerisen as a demon showed as such. 

I think back to when I talked to the Grim Reaper. Bring peace to the infected and restore the Balance...that was my task. Bring an end to the cults and the corporations who've been corrupted by Lucifer's demons. Then, and only then, will I be able to remember who I am...

I frown quietly. While I could stay and take more and more tests, I can't help but find a want to go hunting after Wesker. If he was working for the Devil, what is his motive in all this? What will he go after now that he's alive again? Who are the other pawns in this board game that is my home planet? And lastly...who's going to win?