After narrowly escaping the explosion, Wesker is left for dead floating farther down the coast as his body slowly recovers. Movie/Game based
Chapter One Left For Dead
He could feel his body changing to the environment as his wounds slowly healed. Half unconscious, he floated on a slab of rubble, down the coast of California towards Mexico. He couldn't move even if he tried, he didn't even know if there was anything left of him. The days went by slow and the nights even slower as he regained more consciousness every day. By the time he had fully recovered thanks to his advanced genes and the T-virus he began to assess his situation. He didn't know if he was just off the coast of the United States or Mexico, either way he was far from any help from Umbrella. Not that he expected it after the Arcadia incident. His crew had fled at his recent attempt to be more super-human, he knew he was on his own. It wasn't long before the sea finally let him go and he was able to swim to the shore. He wiped the water from his face having lost his glasses in the fall. Looking around the beach before him he heard and saw nothing. Moving farther up the beach he settled under shady tree and he began to remove what was left of his leather over coat and did the same with his gloves. Tossing them over a low branch he sighed. His mind went straight into survival mode, he had to make a fire and find something to munch on and this time he preferred it not to be a person.
He soon was able to make a small fire and to his luck found some fruits. After settling into a spot for the night he removed his still soaked shirt, pants and boots to let them dry out. Sitting in front of the fire in all his glory he let his mind wander. He no longer had anything that he needed to survive or keep this virus in check like he wanted it. He was surprised that it hadn't effected him yet since he had landed ashore. It always surprised him, he would feel the virus work up his arm and into his neck but not recently. The explosion had to have done something to change him, he could only hope or soon he was going to be a mindless zombie roaming the earth forever. Laying back in the sand he stared up into the night sky, he would begin a long walk tomorrow and hopefully he would find something or someone.
He slept surprisingly well he thought as he slipped his now dry pants on. Looking out to the sea he sighed, he didn't know where he was at or even which way he could go. Throwing his black button up shirt on he buttoned the bottom three buttons and slipped on his boots. He inspected what was left of his jacket and over coat and decided to leave them before he started down the coast, he figured to follow the direction of the current and it could lead him somewhere or nowhere. He planned to stay near the water just in case a nearby boat came by but, he soon forced the thought out of his head as he remembered that there was really only one ship out there that could help him. He walked throughout the day not feeling the need to rest as the sun made its way across the sky. Nothing had come across him that was going to be remotely useful, he knew he needed to find water and that was going to be an issue if he didn't. he was still surprised that the virus had began to effect his system like it used to.
His luck changed soon as he found a small cove a few meters from the shore line. As he investigated it he considered recent weather conditions as his mind flashed back to it raining the day before he hit land. Assuming that it was rain water he knelt down and looked into the water, shocked by his own reflection. His eyes didn't glow red, taking a closer look they had achieved a normal color, he smirked in amazement. They were a deep blue, no cat eyes nothing abnormal even to him. Taking a sip and testing the water he deemed it fresh and sipped a few handfuls before standing. He was confused by the recent developments, he knew something had changed and that something was different about him. He just couldn't put his mind on it. Turning back to the water he froze in place, he almost couldn't believe what he saw, and figured he was imagining everything.
"Are you alright?" The sweet voice of a woman called out from the water as she helped push a small boat ashore before approaching him, weapon in hand. He started at her actions as she approached and stopped in front of him, weapon at the ready. "I'm not going to ask again, are you alright?" she was aggressive, he thought. Well she had to be in this world or else no one would survive. It always surpised him when Umbrella found a new group of survivors, they got clever in hiding only making the job in finding them more difficult. All these thoughts ran through his head as he locked his new deep blue eyes on her astonishing deep green and nodded. She holstered her weapon and waved for her crew to come forward never breaking eye contact. She was a beautiful woman, tall with a slight muscular build. Her hair was long and flowed straight down to her mid back in a mix of browns and reds. She was one of those perfect women turned worrier goddess because of the things he had done. "What is your name?" he opened his mouth to say his name but bit back a moment, causing a look of suspicion to cross her face. He had to think on his feet, a different name so his enemies couldn't track him down if they weren't already his enemies already.
"James." He thought and said simply and she nodded stepping forward and holding out her hand.
"Alex." Taking her hand he nodded and gave his trademark smirk. "This is my crew." She turned and pointed out the three crewmen that came ashore with her. Starting from the right she named them off. "Max, Chris, and Vincent." They all gave small meek waves and turned back to the boat. "You are welcome to come with us."
"Alex wait, we need to ask more questions." Vincent said quickly taking a step forward toward her. Causing her to roll her eyes and look back toward him.
"You don't trust anyone anymore do you?" Vincent didn't reply as he kept his eyes on Wesker not really ready to trust the man. Alex turned back to him and gave a small smile.
"So?" She asked.
"Where?" he asked in curiosity, if they said arcadia he would pass and move on. There was nowhere on this earth that humans could sustain life and he knew that for a fact.
"To the cutter." He gave a questioning glace to her and she smiled. "The coast guard cutter out of Guantanamo bay, Cuba." His eyes widened and his mind filled with memories, it was rumored that no one got infected there, that it was complete isolation. He took a few steps forward toward the boat and stopped when he saw the coast guard cutter. Vincent kept his gun on him, this whole situation every time made him nervous, Wesker made him nervous. Alex was too trusting sometime and he knew that for a fact. He glanced out of the corner of his eye as she approached him not wanting this man to join the crew. Alex motioned for him to lower his gun and he reluctantly did.
"Alex this doesn't feel right, look at him." She looked up at Vincent and back at Wesker who watched them all patiently. He knew that this was normal he wouldn't trust himself either.
"I agree with Vince, Alex." Max said as he and Chris approached her. "Something doesn't feel right."
"You heard the Captain all survivors we find we bring back to the ship."She stated looking around at the men.
"Yeah within our discretion." Chris said simply turning back to Wesker toed at the sand but kept his ears open to the conversation.
"Well it's my decision and I say yes, he will be my responsibility."
"Alex please?" Vince tried to plead with her for a moment but she raised a hand to stop him. Turning back to Wesker she sighed. "You coming or what?" they all moved to stand around the boat getting ready to push it back out to sea. He nodded and helped them push out hopping in one at the end. Vincent got the boat going and headed out to the ship. "You look confused." It was that sweet voice again this time only louder to get over the sound of the engine roaring behind them.
"I never expected this." He shouted back turning to her and she smiled.
"They never do." He nodded and smiled as she turned to look out at the water. At that moment he knew he changed for the better. Women never were appealing to him but this woman was different he figured. It took only a few moments to reach the cutter and they were hauled aboard.
"Another survivor Alex?" She looked back down at the boat as he made his way up the rope later.
"Yeah better than none." She said turning back to the ship's Captain who sighed.
"Soon these trips will be a waste of resources." He said as Wesker made it to the deck and glanced over at Alex who gave a small smile.
"But until then we have to try." She watched as the Captain walked away and Wesker raised an eyebrow. "Captain West, he has no hope." She sighed. "Come on we will get you a room and some fresh clothes." He followed her down a few decks to show him his temporary room. Vincent, Max and Chris stood and watched him follow her as they started to unload the boat.
"I hope she's right." Max said tossing a sea bag full of supplies onto the deck.
"When hasn't she been?" Vincent said doing the same.
Alex lead him a few decks down and to an empty room. "Its small but it works for now, just get comfortable and I'll get your some fresh clothes." She left him alone temporarily and Wesker took the time and looked around the room still in awe of his situation. She came back sooner than he expected holding a stack of clothes. Handing them over he gave a small smile in thanks. "If you get changed I can have your current clothes washed and back to you later tonight." She was too kind to him.
"You don't have to do that for me." He said softly and she shook her head.
"Trust me I have nothing better to do." She laughed and left the room. Wesker changed out of his current clothes and slipped on the pair under armor gym pants he was given. Opening up the door he handed over his old clothes and she nodded. "Wash up and I'll be up on deck to fill you in on any questions you might have." She left him to his business. Turning to the sink he leaned forward on it. Glancing in the mirror he realized that he wasn't wearing his glasses, he was so used to having them on his face he didn't realize that they were gone. Looking at his reflection he moved in closer to the mirror to examine his eyes. He knew he wasn't seeing things earlier in the water, his eyes were blue and they showed no signs of their previous color. Running the water, he felt the icy cold water on his hands not expecting it to be warm. Washing his face hair and upper body he sighed at the feeling of being clean. Turning back to the rest of clothes he had received earlier, he fished the towel from the bottom he dried off. Pulling white tank over his head the fit him snuggly he was amazed that out of everything these survivors had they had nicer brands of cloths. Looking in the mirror at the final result, the t-shirt was snug and the pants were a bit loose. He chuckled to himself, it wasn't like he had to impress anyone either way.
A/N: Let me know what you think please leave a comment. I will take any type of comment constructive or not just please let me explore this and tell it my why as an individual story based on the movies and the game, and that nothing has to specifically relate to the facts but I will try to keep them in order as best as I can. Thanks!