I woke up suddenly. The first thing I sensed was the pain. My eyes watered because of it. It was almost like every bone in my body shattered and then brought back together only to be broken again. But I was alive. I didn't know how that was possible, but I don't think I could figure it out just yet. I pulled out the tubes from my nose and inhaled deeply. My ribs hurt from the exercise, but I didn't care. After taking a few deep breaths, my eyes quickly scanned the room. I was in what looked like a hospital room. Various machines were on the sides, some showing signs of recent use. And then my eyes landed on the folder by the side table, and my blood froze.
Shit!
I will never forget what those red and white triangles mean. Somehow, Umbrella's back, but I sure as hell was not staying to find out what's going on. I pulled myself off from the narrow bed, yanking out the IVs still attached to me. I winced as my bare feet made contact with the cold floor, but I pushed on. I made my way to the window.
It's locked. Of course. It was hoping too much that it was left open, and knowing Umbrella, it was electronically locked, and an attempt to even nudge it open would automatically sound the alarm. I peeked out. It was nighttime already. If I could get out of this building, the darkness would cover my tracks, at least, until the morning comes. I pushed thoughts of Cerberi from my head. Now was not the time to be pessimistic. I limped to the door. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked. I pushed it open and peered out. There didn't seem to be guards, or anyone out there, for that matter. I moved as quickly as I could, barely paying attention to my surroundings, only that it was spacious enough to be in a mansion, or a facility. Each step I took was agony, but I pushed on, knowing that if I stayed, it would be much worse. I had almost reached the door on the other end of the hall when a familiar, hateful voice echoed across the room.
"Leaving so soon, and without even a goodbye?" Wesker asked, his voice mocking. I turned around, and sure enough, there he was, standing beside a woman in a white dress. I wanted to beat that smirk off his face, but common sense told me not to. I couldn't even beat him when I was in good condition, what more now? Unconsciously, I stepped backward. Wesker saw it, and his sneer grew. At the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me, and the pain I was feeling doubled as he punched me in the gut. "I think not. I can't allow you to leave just yet," Wesker said, his voice filled with malice.
I choked as I fell, but I pushed myself back up. Clumsily, I lunged for him, but he easily sidestepped and I found myself falling to the floor again. My knees slammed hard on the ground, and I felt a bone on my leg fracture. My eyes teared up, but I pushed myself up again.
"What did I tell you, Excella?" Wesker said gleefully, talking to the woman.
"Yes, she's got spirit. So what?" She answered, her tone bored.
"So she'll fit nicely in our plans," he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"What are you waiting for, Wesker? Kill me now," I said, trying to get a reaction from him. I hated how my voice was so weak, hated why he was still alive and well while I was practically incapacitated.
"I will, eventually. But you still have some use for me."
"And what's that?"
"What else? To get my revenge on Chris," Wesker said, before delivering another blow to the back of my head. The last thing I remember before fading into unconsciousness was feeling hope. Because Chris was still alive.
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