The small survivor had managed to sneak into the massive building that is the Raccoon City Police Department. After minutes of searching, one staircase, and several moments of getting lost, Quentin found himself underground in what appeared to be a laboratory.
Quentin was never one for science, but even he was intrigued. He did come here for supplies after all, and he could only imagine all kinds of dangerous objects he could steal!
The dreamwalker crouched down and scanned the area, before shuffling forward. He found a ladder and descended down further, planting his feet on the floor. He looked around, before pressing on, he had to look for more supplies.
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William had been busy with various serums and extracts from the pustula flower that seemed to be the source of the blighted serum he used to keep his own virus at bay. If only he could get Dr Grimes’ notes or even his cooperation on this, the research that they could conduct would increase almost exponentially!
But as always with research, he was often stopped by limited resources. Now before the Fog that had been time, funding, bodily needs, etc. After the Fog it was the fact that he had literally run out of the pure serum and not his allotted syringes of specialized medicine. He would also need to gather G samples… it might regenerate quickly but it still hurt.
It was as he was contemplating these things while he lumbered around his lab that he heard something amiss. Normally he wouldn’t have heard or paid attention to the noise, but he was needing to take his injection and G was making his instincts surge.
Someone new was in his territory.
