~Present~

I took the plate into the kitchen and leaned against the wall, trying to decide what I would do next. 'He showed he cared.. Or was it more?
Does he have an attraction as well? I've done nothing for him..' A realization dawned on me. 'No wonder why he despises me so much.. I
haven't done anything for him.. It's all been for me.. My benefit.. I took but didn't give..'

I slid down the wall and sat on the floor and looked at my forearms. "You deserved this, Chris." I told myself. "Well aren't I a master of
pain and misery. I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I know you can hear me, I'm sorry." I stood and walked into the lab, looking
around. "Perhaps there is a way to change the zombies back into humans.. A cure. I know the only person with enough research in that
area is Wesker and, well, that won't work. I don't understand this shit at all. The only thing that would seem to make sense is reversing
the process..."

"Chris, you know I cannot allow that." I turned and looked behind me at Wesker, who seemed to be fine despite what happened earlier. I let
out a sigh. "Whats the point of this?" Wesker walked down the stairs towards me. "One glimpse of my new world and it will all make perfect
sense." His strides were long, his voice strong, his look confident. That's when I saw he had the collar in his hand. I took a step back.
"Like Hell your putting that on me again!" "You have no choice, Chris." I kept backing up until I was against the wall. Cornered. Like
an animal.

"All you have to do is play by the rules and everything will be fine." A chill ran down my spine. When he started placing it around my neck I
pushed him away. Irritated, Wesker threw me to the floor and I landed hard on my stomach. He sat on my back and grabbed a handful of my
hair, pulling my head back and tightening the collar around my neck. I growled at him. "I'm not a dog."

Wesker smirked. "Yes you are. Your my dog. Behave like a good dog." I hate the way he talks down to me, but it's turning me on. I bite my
lip. "And if not? What will happen?" Something must have sparked inside him because he smiled. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into
the bedroom, throwing me on the bed and sitting right on my... He grabbed my wrists with one hand and tied them to the frame of the
bed. I struggled but it was no use, all it did was make my wrists sore.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, trying to hide that I was enjoying this. With a swift movement Wesker tore the shirt I was wearing off my
body. My heart beat faster. He smoothly peeled off his sweater, and seductively crawled up my body until we were face to face, his amber
golden eyes warm. He slowly leaned in and kissed me passionately, our bodies pressed together. No woman's lips had ever felt like this. I
brushed my tongue over his lips until he let me slide it in his mouth, our tongues swirling around each other, fighting for dominance.

Wesker pulled away. He started to put his sweater back on. 'Should I be happy or sad?' When I was unbound I rubbed my sore wrists. I
couldn't hide the smile on my face. "It's getting late Chris. You should vacate my bed." I nodded and walked out, turning at the door to look at him. "Goodnight, Wesker." "Goodnight." He closed the door and I walked to the couch and lay down. I smiled again as I looked down at my bare chest. 'The way he ripped it off of me.. And his body was so perfect..' I shook my head to stop daydreaming.

I rolled over for almost the 25th time tonight. I looked at the digital clock on the counter again. '2:03 in the morning, ugh. I cant
sleep anyways.' I got up and walked to the door of Wesker's room and listened silently, his soft breathing coming in equal intervals,
assuring me he was asleep. 'Good, I can think now.' I walked into the lab. 'Its hard not thinking about making a cure since he is always in
my head.' This is the thing I look forward to at the end of each day. 'I have to figure this out.'

I started going through files of each known zombie virus, comparing effects, side effects, sanity levels, running speeds, everything that
made each virus unique from one another. I finished and flipped to the last file. "Progenitor virus." I said to myself. "That's what Wesker
has.." I read it over three times, making sure to not miss any crucial information. I sat back in the chair and sighed. 'It'll take awhile to
familiarize myself with each kind of virus, memorize them, and be able to tell them apart.'

I stood up and grabbed my gear, which was on a counter in the storage room, then walked outside. The moon was full, illuminating the forest
and making the sky dark blue. It was beautiful, and I hated having to come out here in the middle of the night, but it was my only option. I
walked down the hill until I reached the barrier, loaded my gun and held it by my side, then walked along the barrier.

A twig snapped and I whipped around to see a zombie about 15 feet behind me. It was slow and not very cannibalistic. 'Fuck...T?' It
slowly made its way forward. I stood still. It didn't seem like the others. 'Shouldn't it be ravaging and crazy and trying to eat me?' It
was 5 feet away when it stopped and stared at me. I narrowed my eyes. Then it jumped at me flailing its arms. I didn't have enough time to
react before it scratched its nails down my arm, and I pulled back hissing in pain.

My head was throbbing with every beat of my heart. A wave of nausea overcame me. My legs felt like jello. Pulling the trigger felt
impossible. I managed to blow its head off before falling onto my knees and puking a dark black substance that might have been blood. I
couldn't keep my eyes open. 'Wesker...' I reached out to him with my thoughts. Then I blacked out.