All I could feel was the wetness hitting my face. My eyes shooting up at amazing speeds but I saw nothing. A laugh in the darkness as someone held tightly on to my chin .. I tried to struggle but I had no energy. When the light shined in my face I tried to close my else but this person made them stay open. My eyes watery I could only see the blur of the man... at least she thought it was a man. It took a minute or two for my eyes to adjust and make out what the man looked like. His blonde hair and sunglasses were his main features. He seemed well built and by the way he held my chin I could tell rough.
The room was silent till his deep voice talked. Almost as if he cut the silence with a knife," Why hello.. I will be your interrogator this evening." he seemed to laugh a bit to himself. As if this was just some joke to him, he let go of my chin as I straightened my head. I had to blow my wet black hair out of my face. The green tips looked worn out in this light but this is no matter.. I had bigger fish to fry. He spoke again ," So you are the last survivor... a frail women...heh." I twitched a small bit in anger, I could tell I was going to hate this already. "So what is your name?" he asked.. no not asked his voice made it sound like a demand... I didn't respond. He was strong.. that was all I could think of as he grabbed me around my neck and yelled at me," WHAT IS YOUR NAME!!??" He was suffocating me.. luck enough I managed to choke it out" J-Jessica Harding."
He let go smiling to himself for work well done," Good... now Jessica, can I call you that. I like to be on a first name bases with those under my care so you can call me Wesker." Again it sounded like a demand and at the cost of my throat being ripped out I nodded in agreement. "Good... now what happened." My face seemed blank, no expressions," What?" ,Future reference... don't ever ask Wesker What?, My face stung as he slapped me fast and hard," The apartment complex... What happened?" his voice showed no emotion ... but I could tell he was irritated. His nostrils seemed to flare when he got mad. I thought ... what had happened. I could tell he was getting impatient.. I had to remember, anything would do.. or else I wasn't going to make it past the night. "Well... it started out." is how I begun.. These few words was how I begun the story of that evil night.