Ch.2

I passed yet another gas station. I had seen it so many times before, and I dreaded this "walk-by" of the events that I have seen over and over. Somehow, though, they always get worse. They just get more gruesome, and violent. I was back in Raccoon City. All I could hear were screams of terror, and agony, coupled with the bone-chilling moans of zombies. The streets were strewn with bodies, dead, and undead; the sewer ran red, with blood. In this twisted reality I couldn't control myself. I wanted to run away, back home to Albert, but that is where I was headed anyways.

All I could do was watch first-hand as I slaughtered all the Umbrella employees, ripping them apart, and smashing their mortal heads. When done with them, I burst into Wesker's private laboratory, my silver eyes darting about the room wildly. He stood calmly in the middle of the small lab, as he always does here. Then, he said the words I knew he would, in the same commanding tone. "Abort your actions." I went through the same actions as always. I flitted up to him and grabbed his head with my bloodstained hands. I turned his head, until I heard a horrid cracking sound. I kept twisting it; I could feel the skin beginning to pull, and tug. The blood squirted, and flowed as I ripped his head clean off his shoulders.

Wesker's POV

I awoke to screaming from down the hall. It sounded like Kay's voice, so got out of bed, and headed towards the sound. As I walked, the screams grew more desperate, and I quickened my pace. I opened her door to find her squirming, and screaming in terror, on her bed. I rushed over, and began to shake her, "Kay!" She kept screaming, and thrashing around, "Kay!" I restrained her, so she wouldn't harm herself and covered her mouth. I also plugged her nose, so she couldn't breathe. I hated to do this to her, but it was the only way to wake her up. She tried to gasp for air, but was denied. After a few more, unsuccessful, attempts her eyes popped wide open. I removed my hands from her face, and she gulped down the air as if she hadn't breathed in years.

"Are you alright," I asked. She looked at me, as if just then noticing my presence in the room. Kay looked pitiful, "Do you feel well?" She was pale, and fragile-looking. Her eyes were dull, and full of self inflicted fear. I removed the black, leather glove from my right hand, and placed my hand on her forehead. "You're freezing." I said, feeling her ice-cold temperature. "I will get a medic," I assured her, "Stay in bed."

Kay's POV

I was terrified; he had left me alone. I wanted to cry out for him to come back, but couldn't find my voice. So, he left. I didn't know this until later, but my whole life was about to change.

END OF INTRODUCTION