Resident Evil: End of Days

Journey to Kijuju

Recovering from injections is not as easy as people make it out to be. When joints are locked, it's a pain to reactivate and use. Furthermore, not many understand the concept of immeasurable pain that takes a hold of one's circulatory and nervous system. It's like having to shake out the feeling of heavy numbness and regain sensation of touch in a period of hours.

And it's not pleasant.

Then again, I don't expect to be in top shape after hunting down Wesker.

When Chris and I arrive, we go through the north of Algeria and travel South by Southeast to make our way to Kijuju. It's a long day's drive, but Chris and I don't have much of an issue getting there. Considering the landscape is primarily desert and rock, with maybe sparse greenery of trees and shrubs, and with the dry season at its peak, it's best to say the night driving is better than the day...

Doesn't mean it's always safer...

Chris and I arrive at the small village where he responded to the Majini outbreak in 2009. While we walk around, I notice strange shadows walking inside of the buildings. 

"Stay armed," Chris tells me, "You never know what's going to be lurking around this place."

I don't have the heart to tell him that I'm seeing shadows lurking inside empty homes... I continue on, and the shadows realize that I can see them as they slip along the earth. These shadows bear voodoo masks, but they take no solid form, at least from what I see. They've been haunting these grounds for a while, and they are wary of coming close to Chris and I.

Can't say I blame them. I would be too if an old face and a new one were traipsing my grounds where I died.

Chris sees that I'm seeing things, and he asks me, "Leon...?"

Great...how do I explain this?

"I'm following," I absently respond and follow him closer towards the volcano where Wesker is lurking. I can't tell him that I see these spirits, and unfortunately I have a feeling he can't see them...

There, I'm overwhelmed by visions once again: Chris and Wesker's fight inside the volcano, and how it ended. My gut twists and turns; I feel like I'm being watched. As I look up, my suspicions are confirmed: a flock of crows circle over our heads, crows with red eyes.

We are being watched...

I frown and nudge Chris. "Cover my six."

He gives me a strange look.

"Just trust me..."

Chris scowls but moves to my backside. He mutters, "I don't see a reason to..."

I don't answer him, but we both keep moving. On and on we go towards the volcano until we're right at the mouth of it. Inside, waiting for us, is Wesker. And he's not at all too thrilled to see us.

Neither is Chris.

"How?" Chris asks. He's stunned to see that what I had said was true, and Wesker looks to me. He stands up from his seat, nothing more than a jutting boulder of what would have been a plane and fossilized tentacles of a former monster. He answers Chris, "I see that you're surprised to see me again. Tell me, how long has it been? Seems like plenty of long years."

He turns to me. "...you bring a friend this time? Not surprising. You never could defeat me without at least some form of help..."

Chris growls, and I become aware that he's protective of me as he moves me to behind him. I'm not defenseless, asshole...

Wesker raises his head and leers over Chris' shoulder to watch me. He asks, "...you...were you dead once?"

I find myself freezing on the spot; my breath hitches in response to his revelation. Wesker grins and stands up, then steps down and walks towards us. My gun is trained on him, as is Chris'.

"Ah, a Revenant..." He regards while he makes his way over. "I've never seen a true one up close. To be frank I expected them to be, well, ugly, rotting and certainly angry..."

I don't like where this is going...

"Didn't expect my first encounter with one to be rather...beholding."

...yeah, I really do not like where this is going. I growl at him, "I don't swing that way pal. Sorry."

Wesker smirks; he's undeterred. Somehow, I get the feeling that there's some underlying knowledge here, and it's growing ever more unnerving. I glance at Chris, and I notice that he's a lot more protective than I've seen him before; he's backing me away from Wesker the closer the man gets to us. He growls, "Cut the crap, Wesker. If you're alive, then that means you're working for the Devil, aren't you?"

Wesker smirks, head cocked. 

"Me, working for the Devil?" He asks. He's amused of our assumptions, but I have a feeling something else is going on. He explains, "I'm simply given a second life thanks to him. He appraised my finely-planned goals during my time alive and gave me a second chance to see that they become fulfilled. He's told me of Angels and Demons that roam among humankind, attempting to influence the courses of mankind's Fate so that Heaven and Hell have the greater numbers in preparations for the Apocalypse..."

The end of the world? Is that what this is?

"He has pointed out, however, that in the courses of the eras, with the introduction of viruses, we seemed to have unintentionally disrupted their little wager. So for the time being, neither Heaven nor Hell are gaining any additional recruits for their impending war of the future."

He watches me. 

"Which brings me to question your role in this, Revenant."

Chris backs me even further. I try to move around him, but his arm lashes out to grab me. 

Damn it Chris! What the hell are you doing?

"That's not any of your business," Chris glares at his former enemy. "Personally, I would love to shoot your ass down again like I did last time! And make sure you stay dead!"

Wesker glances between me and Chris. He grins darkly.

"We'll see who dies here..."