Wesker fell from the helicopter, hitting the ground with a grunt. He scanned his surroundings, noticing that they landed in a jungle. He got up, brushing himself off with a dissatisfied expression on his face as he gazed at you.

His hands were still handcuffed as he stalked towards you as you were struggling to get up after the impact.

"Well, well, well, Agent. Looks like someone is no longer in control," Wesker observed with a cocky smirk as he watched you struggle to move.