Not Yet
He knew he wasn't dead, otherwise he wouldn't be able to think.
He wouldn't be able to see the world around him.
He wouldn't be able to feel the excruciating pain...
Wesker had always thought he was invincible.
Despite the fact he had "died" once already, he had not learned.
But he knew his time was not now, it just couldn't be!
The pain of being immersed in lava and shot by two rockets...
It was unbearable, and he needed it to stop now.
Feebly, he clawed his way out of the burning lake, flames snapping at his heels.
Every nerve in his body screamed.
His once perfect skin was boiling off his flesh.
The putrid smell of burnt hair filled the air.
All around, the only this his eyes saw was agony.
His vision hazed and his limbs seemed to weigh too much.
When he tried to stand, he fell, crying out in misery.
His thoughts turned to his enemies.
Chris and Sheva had shot him with rockets.
Jill had escaped and pulled them out of the volcano.
He had been left behind, and was near death.
However, his diseased soul refused to let go.
He would not rest, never quit.
Revenge would be his, no matter what the cost was.
He had come to close to death at the mansion to surrender.
They would all die, begging for mercy, of which none would receive.
Filled with a new fury, he prepared to stand once more.
He heaved himself up, his shattered bones grinding in protest.
It seemed as if many eternities passed, the moon mocking him, sneering at his affliction.
But he had a new plan, and he couldn't give up.
Not now, not quite yet.