I. ARRIVAL The wind rushed past Wesker's ears as he fell toward jagged rocks and icy water below, Jill's warmth and weight against his body the only positive of the situation. If she survived this, she would have no way to stop him from taking her with him to use however he pleased.
A flicker of shadow passed his peripheral vision, but when he turned his head to get a better look, nothing was there. Was it just his imagination? The imminence of the pain he was about to experience had set him on edge, but he was almost sure...
Then, suddenly, his back made impact with a hard surface, far sooner than it should have. The force knocked the wind out of him, causing him to cough while he attempted to take in deep gulps of air. Jill was no longer with him, and when he got to his hands and knees, he realized that there were other people around him, some of them were leaving the room, while others observed from a distance. There were no rocks. There was no icy water. He appeared to be in a gym.
Feeling oddly weak and disoriented, he slowly got to his feet, his breathing settling into its normal rhythm. That was when he noticed there was someone next to him, seeming equally disoriented. Another person was approaching, and with his mind hazy, all he could think of to ask was, "Where am I?"
II. STICKS AND STONES While Wesker wasn't happy with the situation he now found himself in, he thought the best course of action was to cooperate, for now. That meant going along with the nonsense about paranormal entities and events, which he had never believed in.
Money was an issue for him in this place, and while a hundred dollars wasn't much, it was worth going out into the park to look for any strange activity. If this would prove that there really was something unusual going on, all the better. If not, well, it wasn't as though he had a busy schedule here.
He started off down the trail slightly ahead of the person he'd been partnered with, staying alert for any changes in his surroundings.
"Let's not waste any time," he said in a rather bored tone. "Though I suspect this is nothing more than a wild goose chase."
III. I WILL SURVIVE The training offered by the ADI was pretty useless to him. Wesker was proficient in combat and survival skills, and he proved as much very quickly. After demonstrating his skill with firearms, he was asked to help train others who either had no experience or weren't as familiar. It wasn't an ideal task, but he had taught people during his time with the military and STARS, so it wasn't anything he hadn't done before.
"Do you have any experience with firearms?" he asked the next person who came over to his station, wanting to get an idea of where to start.
IV. SHIFTING PERSPECTIVE Once again, the allure of a payday as well as more information about the happenings here sent Wesker out into the field. This time he was sent out to a beach, once again with a partner he didn't feel he needed. Regardless, it wasn't worth putting up a fuss.
The obnoxious squeak of the sound beneath his boots bothered him, and it led him off the beach itself into the vegetation above. His partner could follow along or not, but being able to move silently was important to Wesker, and he wasn't sacrificing that if he didn't have to.
Aside from the sand, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he was patient enough to give it some time.
Albert Wesker | Resident Evil
The wind rushed past Wesker's ears as he fell toward jagged rocks and icy water below, Jill's warmth and weight against his body the only positive of the situation. If she survived this, she would have no way to stop him from taking her with him to use however he pleased.
A flicker of shadow passed his peripheral vision, but when he turned his head to get a better look, nothing was there. Was it just his imagination? The imminence of the pain he was about to experience had set him on edge, but he was almost sure...
Then, suddenly, his back made impact with a hard surface, far sooner than it should have. The force knocked the wind out of him, causing him to cough while he attempted to take in deep gulps of air. Jill was no longer with him, and when he got to his hands and knees, he realized that there were other people around him, some of them were leaving the room, while others observed from a distance. There were no rocks. There was no icy water. He appeared to be in a gym.
Feeling oddly weak and disoriented, he slowly got to his feet, his breathing settling into its normal rhythm. That was when he noticed there was someone next to him, seeming equally disoriented. Another person was approaching, and with his mind hazy, all he could think of to ask was, "Where am I?"
II. STICKS AND STONES
While Wesker wasn't happy with the situation he now found himself in, he thought the best course of action was to cooperate, for now. That meant going along with the nonsense about paranormal entities and events, which he had never believed in.
Money was an issue for him in this place, and while a hundred dollars wasn't much, it was worth going out into the park to look for any strange activity. If this would prove that there really was something unusual going on, all the better. If not, well, it wasn't as though he had a busy schedule here.
He started off down the trail slightly ahead of the person he'd been partnered with, staying alert for any changes in his surroundings.
"Let's not waste any time," he said in a rather bored tone. "Though I suspect this is nothing more than a wild goose chase."
III. I WILL SURVIVE
The training offered by the ADI was pretty useless to him. Wesker was proficient in combat and survival skills, and he proved as much very quickly. After demonstrating his skill with firearms, he was asked to help train others who either had no experience or weren't as familiar. It wasn't an ideal task, but he had taught people during his time with the military and STARS, so it wasn't anything he hadn't done before.
"Do you have any experience with firearms?" he asked the next person who came over to his station, wanting to get an idea of where to start.
IV. SHIFTING PERSPECTIVE
Once again, the allure of a payday as well as more information about the happenings here sent Wesker out into the field. This time he was sent out to a beach, once again with a partner he didn't feel he needed. Regardless, it wasn't worth putting up a fuss.
The obnoxious squeak of the sound beneath his boots bothered him, and it led him off the beach itself into the vegetation above. His partner could follow along or not, but being able to move silently was important to Wesker, and he wasn't sacrificing that if he didn't have to.
Aside from the sand, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he was patient enough to give it some time.