Umbrella…a corporation that was in plain sight of many people, and had many customers who brought their products for longevity, and "healthy" skin. A corporation that was later found to be creating bioweapons, and losing control of their creatures. Racoon city, a city that no longer existed as the government had to cover up the incident that ran rampant in the city. Killing and turning millions of people into monsters, or zombies that preyed upon others. Umbrella was held accountable for what occurred…many people believed this was the end of this horror.
For Albert Wesker, this was only the beginning. Like a caterpillar, he went through a metamorphosis that enhanced him. Improved him. Allowed him to see his true calling…becoming a God. Though Wesker went through trials and errors, gathering information, and collecting different viruses to enhance or experiment on newer products. It eventually lead to his demise.
Chris Redfield. Wesker's true annoyance and aggravation, not only as an enemy but even as his previous employment. Yes, Chris used to work beneath Wesker, and now he was the man's greatest obstacle. The man who ended his life. Or so Redfield thought.
July. 2014 [1 year following the events in Resident Evil 6]
The metal corridors were empty. The lights lit down each hallway or office, yet no sound could be heard besides heels clicking on the metal corridors. No one here knew the time, as no sun shined down in the depths of Alaska's frozen waters. A single form could be seen approaching a room that read "Project W", the form pulled out a key card, and swipping it. Ching! Was the sound it made when it registered the card had access. With a delicate hand, the form grabbed the handle and twisted it. A sigh could be heard, as they stepped in.
Once inside the automated locks activated behind the being. The form began to approach something or someone…Slowly flipped through the pages as they gathered the information they could, before starting the second phase.
"Well Wesker..You sure took a lot of damage." A soft voice came from the form. Stepping closer to the being who was encased in a cylinder-shaped contraption. The green liquid surrounding the body of a man who was burned by lava, and strangely shot with a rocket and survived.
"But, soon enough. You will be healed." Green eyes looked up at the floating form of the male, who seemed perfectly healthy. A smile graced her face. A rare instance for Eliza. Her white coat covering her regular clothes, she approached the specimen. Her green irises shined with an unusual glow for the briefest of moments, yet the glow could be seen if placed in the dark. "Then we shall we what we can do with you, Project W."