The infection throughout the city had caused extreme paranoia, nostalgia, and most of all, an increasing feeling of being watched from a far. Even if you were the leader of the USS Delta Team, dubbed the wolf pack. You had been hunting down the surviving citizens of the village of the dead, Raccoon City. The rest of your team had been commanded to search ahead, while you stayed behind to fend off the undead assailants. Suddenly, when you blinked after firing your rifle, the B.O.W.S were all terminated. In their place stood a tall woman who wore rather plain yet classy clothing that was stained with blood. She was carrying a sword; the long blade was dripping with the bodily fluids of the zombies she had just slain.
"Hello," She muttered from the distance. "I can see that you also work for Umbrella, but in a most different field than my own."
As instinct, you raised your assault rifle. It was your job to kill all of the survivors. Yet, something was not right about this woman, she was… nerve wracking.
"Who might you be?" You asked precariously. Her facial features glowed from a nearby flame started from the panic of a citizen before their infection.
"That is not what's important currently. You are a mother in two different senses, correct?" She stated as she started inching closer, stealing the distance between you and this unidentified woman.
"Correct, how could you know that? I doubt you even know my name." You responded, she was indeed a strange woman. Yet the conversation, it was interesting in a sense that you could not place a finger on.
"I collect… a data of sorts; knowing who you are is just a part of my job. You must be wondering why I am here or what I am. That doesn't matter. What does matter, is your ideas on your past. You do what is best for your family and wolf pack. I can respect and relate to that." A smile flicked across her face. "I've also killed people who were important to me."
She somehow knew that you killed your husband. You pursed your lips and stared at her blade, dripping with blood. Did she have to kill someone who was infected that she knew, or even cared for? Did they hurt her? Did she enjoy killing that said person? Was it that rare of a woman to kill another human being, with emotions and relationships, even if they had done the wrong? Was that the real truth to justice?
"That is not why I am here-" You begin to say.
"But it is, that murder is what made you who you are today. It's why you are here. You've killed many, why do you think Umbrella wanted you?" She said over the faint moans and crackles of fire burning wood and other substances. She continued to state the point.
"It's a usually sharp, rarely needed instinct, but when you have a job to protect… then it all changes. What I'm trying to say is that; don't always resort to the killing mechanism. Do your own justifications; never think the way someone else tells you." She finally said. Then as you started to register to information, she disappeared.
AN: I wrote this for tumblr because I roleplay as Rebecca and I wrote an angst drabble for a Lupo RPer. Also, I have updated the first two chapters of RER, and I need to upload the others. I'm well into book three by now. Review if you want, no one's stopping you.
