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[crashandswirl]

The last thing Steve remembered when on the Antarctic base, was her. Claire Redfield. He remembered he had said he loved her. Then, nothing. He was certain he had died. He remembered the year at that time was 1998, now he had no idea what year it was. All he remembered, were the experiments. The experiments had given him super-human abilities, such as strength, but the guards in the facility had always made sure he was under control. The men who worked for a man named Wesker. That was who he saw when he first woke up in that place. The blonde man in sunglasses. He had always been plotting an escape though. Wesker tried to make him believe that there was no escape. Just as he was in thought, the scientists came in, the ones who experimented on him. This was his moment. Just as one of the scientists was about to inject him with the sedative they always gave him. He jumped up, grabbing the syringe and jamming it into his neck. The other scientists tried to call the guards. But were all killed by Steve with his bare hands, he then did the same with any guard who got in his way to freedom. Grabbing one of the guard's sub-machine guns and fighting his way through them. Until he got to the exit. He hadn't seen Wesker on his way out though. It didn't matter to him though, all that mattered was that he needed to get free, he tossed the empty machine gun aside and ran for the exit, using his super-human speed to do so.

He ran for who knows how long, until he got out on to a city street, he saw people, thankfully, ordinary people. Giving him strange looks, which may have been justified, as he remembered that all he had on during his escape was only dressed in boxer shorts and probably covered in blood, now that he thought of it, his arm was starting to hurt. Probably injured by gunfire during the escape. He ran some more until he was clear of people, stopping into an alleyway. He tried to rest there but he was cold. So sleep came hard, but eventually he did manage to fall asleep. He could only hope those people wouldn't find him again.

@steveburnsideblr

When things were calm enough, Inéz Diaco would get up at the asscrack of dawn. The habit developed when she was a teenager.

At first, it was born out of fear. She'd woken up at fourteen to find the world on fire. The undead had filled the streets, the shops, and the homes as if they were always a part of them—in a way, she supposed they were.

She watched helplessly as her sister was torn apart.

She desperately tried to keep her dad from bleeding out on the street right outside their house, pushed to her absolute limit by the time helicopters began showing up. They belonged to TerraSave.

She's been working for them for a little over a year now.

When Inéz got up these days, after she was satisfied with her assement of her surroundings, once she knew things were okay, she went to train and make certain she was capable of keeping them that way.

Halfway through the trek to her usual gym, Inéz just barely caught sight of the pale, bloody figure lying on the ground. Her feet began carrying her forward before her brain had even caught up. "Hey," she called firmly, brows drawn together in concern. "Are you alright?"

Was this guy even alive? Or did some sick bastard dump a body here?

"You look like you need to get to a hospital..." She stopped short of reaching out, fighting the impulse. This is bad. Bloody, gnashing teeth and cloudy, lifeless eyes flashed through her mind. "Can you hear me?"

[dani-dimitrescu]

@steveburnsideblr gets something short:

It had been almost a year since her family got murdered and her village destroyed and Daniela had been aimlessly wandering through the country since. Today had been a very bad day for her. It had been raining all day, and it had been cold and dismal.

Daniela sat on a park bench, under a large tree, shielding her from some of the rain. She was absolutely exhausted, hungry and cold. Resting her elbows on her knees, she dropped her head into her hands. The redhead heard footsteps approaching but had no strength to get up again and hoped the person would simply not notice her in the dark.

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

Happy birthday Sheva!

“Thank you so much!” Sheva exclaimed, looking up from the book before her. For the first time in memory, she had time to read whatever she wanted. That in and of itself was a gift, and she grinned as she bookmarked it.

[bakerzoe-a]

Don’t Sit Back in Awe | closed starter with @steveburnsideblr

PARAGON DAILY: A SMALL CAFE, NEW ORLEANS, LA — APRIL 6TH, 2025, 10:38 AM.

Zoe had interviewed plenty of high profile subjects before, so she really shouldn’t have been as intimidated as she was. Still, Claire knew this man personally, and she’d trusted Zoe to tell the story. Why? she’d wanted to ask. Claire wouldn’t have given her a concrete answer, though, and every story had importance.

She’d agreed to meet Steve at one of the family owned cafes in the heart of the city. Meeting on neutral territory would be good, especially when Zoe didn’t know what his intentions were. She’d taken self defense classes, but one could never be too careful. Besides, the connection to Wesker — whoever he was — clearly concerned some of Paragon’s older staff.

Zoe set her tape recorder down on the table. At this time of day, the cafe didn’t have many customers, so the audio quality should’ve been alright. She’d refrained from buying herself something to eat or drink, for this had to remain entirely professional. Zoe offered a kind smile before clicking the device on.

“Hello, Mr. Burnside. I’m Zoe Baker with Paragon Daily, and I’m here to interview you on your experience as a bioweapon. Now, many of our readers are aware of what a bioweapon is, but they associate the term with horrific, monstrous creatures. What has your experience been like with that particular stigma?”

[builttosave-a]

Steve had been on this island for almost 2 years now. Same routine every single day, eat, work, and sleep. The guards were real bastards. He hardly had any time to himself, and they made sure you worked the entire time you were on work duty. Anyone who disobeyed would get beaten. Also every now and then, a prisoner unlucky enough would be taken in the building, the one behind the guillotene stand. And would never be heard from or seen again. Steve sighed, he wondered if he would ever be able to escape from here. It would require planning, that's for sure. He let out a sigh as he laid on the bed in the cell, he overheard helicopters above. Probably bringing in more prisoners. Sleep never came easy for Steve on this island. But it did come eventually. In that moment, he decided one way or another. He would finally make a plan to escape the island, he did know of an airport on the island. He could use one of the planes to escape. One way or another, he would find a way to get there. Or die trying.

Claire was still groggy from whatever happened to bring her here. She’d followed a paper trail to some facility in Paris — Paris? Really, Chris? Couldn’t he have told her what the game plan was? In any case, the guards had caught her before she could do too much digging, and lo and behold, she’d been knocked out and brought by helicopter to some… place. A prison, from the looks of it.

Claire had come too far to give up now. The little hints she had discovered prior to this indicated her brother should’ve been here. Oh, what the hell? How would she even know?! She hadn’t gotten the opportunity to finish studying investigative journalism while in college, and she regretted that immensely. For now, Claire’s hands tightened around her pistol as she crept into the next room.

“Hello?” she called out. Claire’s brown eyes scanned the terrain for any indicator of other life. She needed to tread carefully in a place like this; her hands imperceptibly trembled. “Is anybody listening?”

[theredfieldway]

@steveburnsideblr

“Steve Burnside, huh? Can’t say I’ve heard of you before. Mind telling me what you’re doing down here?”