Stumbling, lumbering, lurching-
It was hard to think as he moved lopsidedly. The weight of one side was throwing off his balance. He had to find something- someone- and he couldn’t rest until he found them.
Everything hurt, especially the right side of his chest and arm, and the surroundings whirled in his vision almost nauseatingly. How was he supposed to function like this? How could he find Sherry amongst all the people who wanted to take everything precious from him when everything was like this?
Will’s footsteps echoed off of the concrete and water of the sewers as he continued on. He had to remove those in his way! Spies! Umbrella operatives! He knew what the company did to those who supposedly outlived their usefulness! He wasn’t going to go down easily!
Fuck. Where was Annette? Where was Al? They would know what to do. He had to find Sherry. Make sure she was safe and with him and-
Intruder! Interloper! Someone who wanted to either take his beloved G or someone who was getting in the way of his duty to find Sherry! They had to be eliminated!
The fight was a blur of red, dark blue, bullets, and pain. His fist was clenched around a pipe that he had swung for a blond or brunette head, but the stranger had fought back.
As he stumbled back, he tripped back over the railing and fell into dark fog…
Rising from the crumpled heap on the dirty forest floor, he swung his pipe wildly with a hollow whoosh and for the first time in days, could think again.
The memory of the fog was scratching at his mind- something with spidery limbs and whispers, mind bending power used on his deteriorated intelligence- He was in the Realm of the Entity and she- he wasn’t sure he knew why the Entity was a she- had collected him and restored him with another scientist’s work.
His hand reached down to his pocket to pull out an antiquated syringe full of glowing orange liquid. He would need to use it regularly to maintain his sanity it seemed.
His phone was still in his pocket from before he had been shot, even if it was almost comically tiny in his G mutated hand.
The rest of the details were sparse and the thoughts in his head started to resemble his surroundings as fog rolled in, making it hard to see and hard to think.
She had promised him Sherry and he still needed to find her. He had to.
((Hello! I am 🧩 and here to have fun throwing a BOW at blighted speeds at people! Excuse me if my tagging is bad, I’ve gotten rusty at it as I typically just auto reblog everything.
Mun is over 18 years old and expects others interacting with this blog to be the same due to the graphic themes of Resident Evil and Dead by Daylight.
Asks are welcomed and feel free to pester the G creature!))
