It's been years since the mission in Africa, and yet it felt as if it had only happened yesterday. It was strange, knowing that the one man that made it hell on earth, is now gone. It was as if it were all a dream.
'More like a nightmare...' Chris thought, looking out from the chopper, and into the sea.
Albert Wesker was the type of man to give death the middle finger and keep on walking. But Chris hasn't heard from anyone anywhere about anything related to the psycho. You could say that the Wesker case was closed, filed, and ready to be forgotten along with every other cracked up insane bad guy out there.
Chris should be relieved to have gotten rid of a man that evil, but some part inside of him felt lost. All his life was spent hunting down this man, and now that he's gone, dead, rotting underneath hardened lava, Chris felt as if he had nothing better to do. Sure, he continued serving his country in tracking down suspicious members who pursued in continuing the nightmarish research that Wesker once worked. But it didn't feel the same. Chris felt unimportant now; anyone could stop these small fries.
'But no one could stop Wesker...' Chris thought again, lost in thought.
"Hey, Chris, are you OK?"
He turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his blond partner.
Jill looked concerned, as she always did now days. Chris could tell that he was the source, but he knew he wasn't the only thing on her mind. Jill always worried about a variety of things, like what will the team do now that Wesker was gone, how will everything pull through, and if they were going to stick to this job for the rest of their lives. She always wanted to have a game plan, whereas, Chris made things up as he went.
He brushed some loose hair from her face, "I'm fine, Jill. Stop worrying so much."
Jill scoffed, "How can you tell me not to worry? That just makes me worry!"
Chris chuckled, and continued looking out into the distance. There, he spotted a familiar location. The resting place of that evil man: Albert Wesker.
The volcano loomed out in the sea, inactive, for now. Chris wondered how Wesker's body might have been preserved underneath, but presumed that the bone might have been devoured by the scorching liquid. Then again, nothing could really put a scratch Wesker's skin, so it might be possible for his body to be in tact.
Chris shuddered at the thought, a completely intact, dead Wesker, sleeping under the Volcano's surface. It was just disturbing, picturing his arms outstretched, reaching for some rope of life, fossilized forever to be that way, to be always searching, but never finding. For a second there...Chris actually felt sorry for the man.
'Heh, Me, Sorry for Wesker? Hell...'
"We'll be landing right in front of the facility," Came the pilot, swerving the chopper into position.
The two partners braced themselves for the landing, hoping that it goes smoothly. After all, the pilot was indeed out on his first run...
The chopper landed hastily, going a bit crooked on one side, bumping constantly against the grass, and causing Jill to latch onto Chis for dear life. They were both wide eyed, hoping none of them fall out. At last, the pilot landed the heavy metal, with a big THUMP for a final blow. The engine began to die out, as the propellers slowed and stopped.
"See? Told ya' I'd get you guys in front of the facility! Who else could say that?" Came the proud pilot.
Chris and Jill exchanged glances.
"Yeah....great job....Try for a smoother landing though..." Chris said, loading his handgun and jumping out the chopper.
Jill smiled nervously and followed her partner.
"'Great job'!? Are you kidding me!?" She shouted, checking her handgun and keeping Chris' fast pace.
"I had to say something! I couldn't say 'You suck, do it over' now could I?"
Jill stayed quiet; she didn't want to go over that episode again.
They both observed the run down Umbrella facility. Sources say that an unknown squad has been investigating the place. Why? Well, they intended to find out...
Chris approached the building, he noticed the doors, and they were old, rotting, one of the hinges actually rusted away. Trees grew on the roof, vines embraced the structure, and rubble lied everywhere. Windows were broken, grass grew wildly at the entrance, and crows were perched on rusted railings.
Jill drew out a machete, and began hacking at the tall grass, making a small path for the two. Chris grabbed a flash light from a side pocket and turned it on, illuminating the windows to see if any moving shadows could be spotted. No sign of life, other than the scavengers.
With a nod, Jill kicked open the door and Chris rushed in aiming in every direction possible. They both began scanning the room, hoping to find at least a little action. Creatures' popping out of the dark was expected already, but it hasn't happened in a while.
'Not since Wesker was taken care of...' Chris noted to himself, 'Damn it Redfield, stop thinking about the bastard already!'
The duo's lights shone on everything and anything, careful not miss anything out of the ordinary. As soon as they confirmed that they were alone, they began to move in deeper into the abandoned facility. They were careful to not disturb anything from their original place, in order to keep things as if they were never there. They didn't need their cover to be blown by a small mistake such as that, now did they?
The building wasn't as dark as they had expected it, the roof caved in at parts, due to the massive plants growing atop. The sun's rays seeped in, casting beautifully haunting silhouettes on the broken walls. Vines draped down from upper floors. The top floor seemed to have been blocked off entirely due to out of control plant growth and crumbling roof. So going up that high wasn't only not an option, but suicidal, since the floor could give at any moment.
Chris signaled Jill to cover an area while he investigated another. They broke apart and carried on their work.
Jill found dozens of overturned shelving, along with broken vials and beakers. Some small glass cages were in tact, but most were shattered and among the broken glass on the floor. She stepped around it cautiously, searching for anything out of the ordinary. It was apparent that others have been here recently; there were multiple disturbances in dust accumulation. Places where large square objects were to be and smaller rectangular objects as well. Filing cabinets were opened by force, and documents lied everywhere.
Jill took a moment to see what might have been taken. Reading briefly, some information about the progenitor virus, others about test subjects, but all documents reported failures in all tests.
"Chris," Jill called after her partner, walking out of the room she was in.
Chris came out from his own location, "Yeah?"
"Looks like they wanted to find out information on the viruses, to try and duplicate Umbrella's Successes."
"Yeah," He responded, holding up some papers, "I noticed that they left all of the documents that read failure. They're all over the place."
"Looks like we wont find anything here," Jill stated, making her way to the door.
Just then, she spotted a dark figure, slouched against the wall, making its way down a western hall.
"Chris, someone's here!" Jill whispered, taking out her gun and aiming.
Chris made his way to the entrance of the hall, and indeed, someone else was there. Their movements were stiff, as if they were in pain. They were very slow as well, seeking walls for support.
"Hey, you! Freeze!" Chris shouted after them, taking large steps in attempts to get closer.
The figure stopped, and slowly turned. They briefly lost the support needed, but regained it, as they faced the partners.
"Do you think it's an infected?" Jill asked, ready to shoot at any moment.
The figure began limping towards them, grasping onto broken rails, trying it's best to reach them. Chris gave a weary glance towards Jill, who returned it back at him. They didn't know weather to shoot, or wait for a chance it might be a survivor of some sort.
The figure began approaching a stray ray from the sun. Now the duo could get a clear view as to what this person looked like.
First thing visible was their lower body, black leather pants, tattered and torn, at places exposing their leg, which was burned in most places...Next, their upper torso, which showed an exposed beating heart, arms cut and badly bruised, blood from the exposed vital organ covered their stomach, which was surprisingly cut....and finally, their face.
"....Oh my God," Jill breathed.
"It...It can't be..." Chris whispered, feeling a flood of emotions slap him in the face.
The broken man looked up, red eyes reflecting the sun's rays. He squinted, fighting the sudden brightness.
"Wesker..." Chris said, loud enough for the man to hear.
Chris's voice made him stop, stare, and take in the two who stood there in awe. Dumbfounded, Surprised, as well as scared. Chris imagined him to say some kind of smart ass comment, about him being alive, but instead, what he said blew his mind.
"...Who?"