@neckbreak !
he doesn’t know what day it is anymore. the last time he saw a calendar, it was October -- or was it November? maybe it was neither, because the last time he saw a calendar, there was snow on the ground, and he has no idea if it snows in this region or not.
he doesn’t know where this region is. the unknown was a helluva thing when controlling a group of barely-teens and turning them into bioweapons.
the doctor was a madman, someone who went to medical school just to abuse his power over other people, and he had tested everything: hemorrhagic fever, malaria, tetanus. he had moved onto T-Virus after getting dubious approval from Umbrella to begin testing it. that had been his latest idea.
the doctor stopped moving some time ago. the name tag that once read Matthews has been splattered in so much gore that is only reads ---tt-ews now, and it gets crushed beneath the heel of Vector’s foot when he presses back against the wall and tried not to move or breathe or think about the monsters-that-were-once-boys shuffling towards him.
at least, they were shuffling towards him until the door swung open and the light bleeds in, makes his eyes burn and water even in the dimly lit fluorescence.
the red eyeglass makes his heart race, makes clammy fingers clutch tighter to the knife in his grip. maybe they won’t see him in the corner. maybe he could just disappear.
