The only thought that stood out to the man in his current state. Between how weary he was, the panic and adrenaline, his grief at the state of his home…not much of relevance was going through his mind. Certainly nothing coherent. He’d been on a blind run for hours now, barely able to recall where it began.
The mansion took its toll on all the remaining survivors in STARS, the abominations within leaving scars that may never heal. The worst part was no one even believed them. If only they had humored them, taken precautions…but it was too late for what ifs. The city was lost, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that. The outbreak hit hard and fast, two thirds of the city turned overnight and Raccoon City plunged into pure, unadulterated chaos. Abominations and atrocities against nature roamed the streets.
At the beginning, Wesker had led strike teams of officers through the city. Brad had done the same, leading a group downtown to locate survivors and aid in evacuation. They lost contact with Brad’s unit by the afternoon. Similarly, Wesker’s unit was terminated - a creature with one eye had appeared on a rooftop, and crashed down into the street near his team. Before Wesker could even process it, the officers nearest him opened fire, and the monster tore them to shreds.
He himself was treated like a ragdoll. Thrown around, smacked against buildings, shot at- the thing could use weapons. It was intelligent. Knowing he had no chance, Wesker was prepared to go down swinging, when Brad rounded the corner, badly hurt; the monster uttered a single phrase before chasing him down and leaving Wesker behind. STARS. So it was after his team. Albert tried to stand, to give chase, but to no avail; he was forced to retreat to the station, to treat his wounds.
But he was cut off. A monster that looked strikingly like a lizard had jumped him as he neared the gates, and though Albert put it down, the noise drew plenty of unwanted attention. He had to turn the other way and continue running. Running away from his last option of a securite location.
Now he found himself charging through back alleys. Left hand clutching his right side, running with a limp. Right hand gripping his Samurai Edge so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Finger ready on the trigger. Blood dripped to the ground behind him, leaving a trail of crimson; his glasses were cracked, revealing a hint of the blue hues that sat concealed behind them. Panic flooded his entire being. Where should he go? What should he do? He was running out of options.
A name sprung to mind. William. Clever, scholarly William. He helped create these monsters - surely he had some fallback plan? Some means of dealing with them more effectively? Perhaps even an antigen, to save these people? That solidified an objective in his mind. Let him ground himself. A quick change of direction set him running towards the Birkin household. He knew William was unlikely to be there; he was more often in the lab, after all. But Al didn’t know how to reach the laboratory William currently worked in, and his home seemed the best option. Oh, how he hoped he’d be there.
Upon arrival, the man wasted no time. He was weakening, vision becoming blurred. Rapid knocks on the door, much more than a hint of urgency. “William- it’s Albert! Are you in there? Will!” His strength was fading. It was all he could do not to slump against the door; the cyclopsian creature had nearly done him in, that he got this far amazed him in itself. His tone was distressed, far from the cool, level-headed Wesker most would be used to. “William, I need you- open up!”
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He made it to the house not so long ago in the hopes of locating Sherry. To his dismay however she wasn’t here. She was probably headed to the RPD like her mother told her to do should anything go wrong. Go wrong now being an understatement. Annette was gone, the G virus was gone with her & Umbrella’s dirtiest secrets were turning the city into a living hell. While he’s here he's turned the bedrooms upside down, rummaging through drawers, closets & even under the beds. He’s realised of course this was all for nothing, obviously his sweet girl had taken her locket with her. It was a birthday present after all but she didn’t know just how valuable it truly was.
He’s left slumped against her bed as the soul crushing thought of her demise dawns on him . . . Who’s to say she ever made it to the RPD ? It had only been a matter of hours but it was obvious the T-virus was doing exactly as it had been designed to do, spreading & expunging all humanity in sight, leaving nothing shambling, blood thirsty husks in its wake. She was only a little girl & the RPD was a lot further away than her school had been, a place she would often walk herself of a weekday morning.
Frustrated & squeezing a fistful of his hair in his hands an anguished whimper escapes him. Surely he’s killed them both; it was all his fault, but such a grim, self loathing notion does not say with him long as the knock on his front door pulls him to his feet. He’s quiet until he hears the voice & then he gives a sigh followed quickly by disbelief welling up in his eyes. That’s Albert’s voice. Despite his involvement with the RPD, William doesn’t think twice about doing as he's asked, runshing across the house to let him in. After all, he was hardly Umbrella anymore ━ at least not as far as he’s concerned.
The door swings open & for a moment it would be a toss up between who of the two of them looked to be more physically & emotionally dishevelled ━ not that William paid any mind to such a thing ━ the fact was he was almost relived to see the other man, no matter the state he may have been in. ❝ Come in, hurry -- ❞
He’s practically dragging through through the door so that he could get it shut, paranoid what else had followed him. Almost all of these things were drawn to sound, having generally poor eyesight. It was typical draw back of the T-virus, but a keen sense of smell & sharp hearing made up for it more than enough.
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