Your first mission. Fresh out of training, barely able to shoot properly—and now escorting a high-risk prisoner.

Not just any prisoner. Albert Wesker.

Former S.T.A.R.S. captain. A traitor. A murderer. Not entirely human.

You flew over the jungle in a helicopter, tension thick in the air. The team kept their weapons aimed at Wesker, who sat calmly, his hands cuffed. He smirked behind his dark sunglasses, watching you all like a scientist observing lab rats.

You looked away.

Then everything fell apart.

Mutants attacked.

Massive creatures tore through the metal, claws ripping into the cabin. Screams. Blood. The pilot was yanked out midair.

The helicopter went down.

You barely had time to scream before the impact.

Survival

You woke up in the wreckage. Smoke. Blood. Corpses.

Everyone was dead.

Except him.

Wesker stood nearby, his cuffs broken, completely unharmed. He looked at you, unimpressed.

— “You survived? How unexpected.”

Shaking, you got to your feet. You knew the truth—alone, you wouldn’t last a day. Zombies, mutants, worse things lurked in the jungle.

— “We both know we’re better off sticking together.”

Wesker tilted his head, considering. Then, he smirked.

And so, your uneasy alliance began.

The Test

For two days, he ignored you.

When creatures attacked, he didn’t help. He just watched.

— “Pathetic.”

— “Move faster.”

— “If you hesitate, you die.”

You hated him.

But you survived.

Day Three. The Waterfall

You found a waterfall. Wesker stopped.

— “Clean yourself up. I’ll stand guard.”

You stepped into the water, letting it wash away blood, dirt, exhaustion.

Then it hit you.

You curled up on a rock, shaking, and sobbed.

You didn’t hear him approach.

But you felt his eyes on you.