There was a lot of things that Wesker found himself regretting as he laid on the rail car floor. His legs had gone numb a few moments before, blood soaked into his clothes and pooled around him. A cough racked through him as he watched Jill kneel down, “This is going to help Wes,” she offered. His eyes had shut against his will, his hands shook trying to reach out. Leon and Claire simply watched on, uncertain what to do, the man had shot at them only minutes before. Feel whatever she was talking about. It was too late, the familiar pinch of a syringe needle in his arm. “Jill-“ the eerily bright blue liquid disappeared into his system. “What did you do-“ he managed as the line stopped, the system automatically paused at each station. Meant to pick up up anyone else trying to escape- to their surprise they were no longer alone.
As the two women boarded Weskers head fell back, eyes sliding shut. Whatever she had given him was already working through his veins, black liquid traced from the site of injection toward his heart and down toward his hand. “How the hell did you two get down here?” Jill asked, still kneeling by the small box, injector left on the floor. “Are there others?” Chris had returned from the front of the train, “Mint? Jesus- glad you’re okay. I thought you left Wesker sai-“ his eyes snapped to the small box on the ground.
“It burns,” he mumbled softly, “it burns-“