Wesker slowly opened his eyes. It was pretty dark in the room he seemed to be in, and light coming from a shimmering lantern made his eyes sting. He ignored the pain around his shoulder as he sat up, looking around the room.

"Rebecca?" a rat running along one of the walls, caught his attention and memories from before he fainted began their way back to his dizzy mind. But, what had happened to him? The virus must have started some kind of progress, turning off everything in his body, until recovered completely. He started to remember, the smell of blood, the screams, fear for his daughter and Rebecca...........he brought his right hand over the wound......William!

Some dead leaves danced around her feet, as she walked around on the street like a lost puppy. Her small hands started to hurt because of the cold air and she became more and more worried about all the howling sounds approaching to her. Sherry started weeping, as she walked on. She felt bad about killing William, even if he was a threat to her and Albert, but it wasn't just her own will, the virus inside her body had taken complete control over her.

She walked over to a dustbin and sat down, holding her arms around her legs. She sobbed a little.

"Dad....."

"Oh no.....", Jill sat down, her heart racing by the sight of Rebecca's lifeless body on the ground. She and Chris had recently been chasing away some wild dogs, trying to eat at the young medic's clothes.

"Rebecca....what happened to her...no...I already know the answer...", Chris eyes traveled over their friends body. "Wesker...." Jill could hear a hint of anger in his voice, and she knew he struggled not to lose himself in revenge.

"Where is Sherry? I hope she's okay.....that bastard!" She exclaimed and Chris put a hand on her shoulder.

"Take Rebecca back to the others....I'll look for the girl", he got to his feet and stared from the medic to the woman in front of him.

"But Chris...."

"Look Jill....I need to do this alone....It's my fight, okay?" he could see in her eyes that she'd given up, she would always do what Chris thought was the best thing to do.

"Okay....Good luck.....", she picked Rebecca up from the ground. She was much tinier than herself, but was still heavy, and started her way back to the Anti- Umbrella base. "and Chris...I'm counting on you."

"Sherry? Rebecca?" where were everybody, where was William? Had he kidnapped them both or....had he killed them? So many bad thoughts ran through his aching head as he made his way back to the road outside the house. Some streetlights were easing up his sight in the thick fog, but not a single human were to be seen anywhere.

"Damn you William!" he was still bleeding from the wound that his former friend had caused and he couldn't find a way to stop it. Suddenly, his heart stopped beating for a second as he listened to what seemed to be a scratching sound of metal. He started panting as he struggled to keep his balance when he walked on through the fog.

"Who's there?!" he called. No one answered. Of course no one would, it had probably just been a cat or something like that. A groaning sound made him turn around and in the distance see something moving.

"What the...." as he approached, he could easily recognize Birkin, it was a strange feeling, seeing him after all these years, lying there on the ground, bleeding, groaning and dying. When the younger scientist gazed up at Wesker, his face changed into a terrified expression.

"William....", Albert didn't know what to do....before he could react, William had grabbed his hand, smearing it down with blood.

"Al...Albert...please help....me", the spear pointing right through his upper body, seemed to hurt a lot. "Sherry...."

"What about her?" Wesker tried to sound cool, but even in his own ears, his voice sounded shaky. "Where is she?!" his friend stirred a bit where he sat on the muddy ground, panting.

"She...she....she ran off.....Albert...I'm sorry...", he said and swallowed hard as Wesker approached to him slowly.

"No...I'm sorry.....but this have to stop....I'm sorry William...", a single tear ran down his blank face as he backed away. He could see the fear growing in the other man's eyes. Wesker ran forward, kicking as hard as he could against his friend's face, making the head fly off. William's limp body slumped to the wall behind and blood splattered at Albert's face. He removed his shades, wiping a way some of the blood from the glass.

"Farewell....William..."