Oderint dum metuant [Wesker ll William]
Stability?
Admittedly stability had become something rather strange within the scientist's life, but it had not been an entirely unwelcomed change ultimately. With that and other factors keeping him from working himself utterly to death, quite literally, William had felt comfortable enough in actually leaving the lab for the day. The retrovirus he'd engineered to assist Alfred wouldn't be going anywhere - it was completed anyway and merely needed its final testing on the host himself.
Either way he'd left the city with a particular goal in mind. There was a long abandoned facility that had once been owned by Umbrella that he knew for a fact - as he himself had it done - had been utterly struck from their records. There was nothing left there anyway and he didn't think anyone other than perhaps Wesker knew of it, but it had served best as a place of storage for the younger blond in this case. It wasn't as if he had much in the means of personal possessions that meant something to him. Now that he had a stable home once again that wasn't his lab he felt comfortable enough that he could move those away from the forlorn, dilapidated place there instead.
Wincing a little at the creak the metal door caused as he stepped inside he pushed it shut, using a flashlight to guide his own way through the halls instead of bothering with using the emergency lights from the limited power that still existed from the small generator. Things hadn't changed much from what he could see from the last time he'd been here in this place those some odd years before he'd started working on G. Two rights and down one last long hall, having to duck a bit from where part of the roof had started collapsing in on itself, brought the scientist to a room that may have once been an office.
In the silence his footfalls had echoed heavily enough, but he expected no one or nothing to be anywhere remotely near him as he strode over to the desk, resting the flashlight on the old, worn surface with it pointed towards a filing cabinet. A rattle sounded as he fished through his pocket - the bottle of prescription pills for his headaches loud in the silence as well - and he'd pull out the key to unlock it.. kicking up dust that brought coughing and waving from William as he tried to clear it away.
Reaching inside, after only a moment, the blond pulled out a equally worn metal box... its metallic surface stained with age. Setting it down on the desk he twirled the flashlight around so he could see, pulled over a chair, and settled himself - opening the lid before he started to rummage around through the old papers and photos that lay within.
Memories of the past, of often better times when his work hadn't consumed him to the point it literally was killing him, lay within.
