Infected weskennedy
gore warning!!! ig
I've added the line break bc of the gore elements... dunno how appropriate it would be to post without any like warning?? anyways, I'm not sure if this is what u were expecting anon,,, but infected!! I've rlly been meaning to explore the more darker aspects of re,,and i just wanted to draw zombie...
completely infected rookie cop leon!! and wesker staring at him like he did with the tyrant in re1 lolol idk...like I feel like wesker wouldn't particularly care if leon was infected and turned...(he probably is unwilling to feel any sort of disappointment) but i definitely would imagine wesker making leon an exception. an excerpt of some writing!!
Returning to Raccoon City during the midst of a predictable outbreak was inconvenient at most for the former STARS captain. Retrieving a sample of the G-virus should have been quick work as he had memorized the layout of the passage to the underground lab. The stench of the undead was intolerable, gurgled grunts emitting in the dark hallways of what used to be a very vibrant police station. Once full of lively comrades and officers, now, only their remains stayed, actively rotting, as he trudged along the blood-stained floor.
In search of the carefully placed medallions to access the hidden passage, Wesker prods his foot against a zombie dining on its latest victim. The ghoul grunts with annoyance at the foot forcing itself onto its decomposing side, a squelch produced as Wesker's heel pushes deeper. Grunting the zombie's undead, glossy eyes catch Wesker's ruby glowing hues and it immediately throws its body against the blonde's dark trousers, its rotting mouth making quick work to latch on.
Wesker could only sigh with annoyance as he forcefully kicked the zombie off his now-stained leg, shaking his head unapprovingly. Before Wesker could continue his search for the medals, he pauses, freezes even. He recognized the bed of hair occupying the ghoul's head, he recognized the uniform, and it took everything in him to not immediately kick the zombie's face in.
"Leon?" His voice is loud in the now silent hall, and he tilts his head curiously. He didn't dare allow any personal attachment breach to the surface, he couldn't. His polished shoe jams through an unprotected part of the zombie's abdomen and it could only give a louder, hoarse screech. "Well, isn't this a surprise?" An unexpected reunion. Wesker could not describe the disappointment crawling into his chest. It was to be expected, after all. Leon was nothing special, he was just a cop. After each persistent push, pleading to join the S.T.A.R.s unit months prior, it seemed even denying him that right could not have prevented his death.
Wesker had hoped, somewhere in the traverses of his mind, that he would not have encountered Leon at all. Then, he could assume only two outcomes. That Leon had left Raccoon relatively unscathed, or he would be eaten alive amongst the rest of the unsuspected civilians and his colleagues. Whichever of the two were to happen, Wesker would truly have never known. Yet, unable to unsee the unavoidable truth before him, he had to cope.
His gloved hand reaches for the zombie's cheek, part of its lip missing, teeth exposed and all. The flesh is pale and tender under his firm grasp, threatening to rip, threatening to vanish under his fingertips. He was curious, was all. He wasn't touching its face for any favorable reason at all. There wasn't a thought behind those clear, wet eyes. The zombie before him wasn't Leon anymore. Leon was far gone now. The realization left an empty, hollow feeling in his now rapidly beating chest.
The blonde gloved thumb swiped over the remainder of the zombie's colorless lips, then dug into its teeth, the zombie eagerly making attempts to gnaw at his thumb. His scarlet eyes lingered, irises blown. Wesker could only swallow thickly before he let go of its face and removed his now bloody shoe from the zombie's abdomen. "It was nice seeing you again." He refused to call the thing before him by its previous name. It meant nothing. "Farewell." Leon was the exception. He was always the exception, his mind offered unhelpfully before he walked away from the undead man, the screeching becoming more distant. Almost as if begging for his return.
He had to go retrieve the G-virus sample.