“How the hell do you know my name?” Shane asked Wesker took note of the defensive stance Shane was in and wondered about it but looked at him sternly behind his sunglasses. “Who the fuck are you?” Shane asked making a fist wondering how this stranger knew his name.
“I’m Albert Wesker.” He replied back lowering his hand. “You don’t remember me?” He asked.
“Should I?” Shane snapped looking away closing his eyes. “Calm down.” He whispered to himself, he was puzzled as to why he was so aggressive, he usually wasn’t. His attention was drawn quickly toward the door the mirror window had making him back up seeing Wesker enter the room, he was going to keep his distance, a good distance. “Stay away from me.” He said backing up as Wesker took another step toward him before raising his hands.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said as Shane just stared at him like a startled wild animal, nine years of pain, terror, sadness, everything he has gone through was showing on those blue eyes of his. He took another step and Shane was against the wall feeling around for a door or anything from what Wesker was getting but the boy never took his eyes off him making him smirk watching Shane try desperately to find the door but it was right behind Wesker. “Where do you intend to run?” Wekser asked looking at Shane.
“Anywhere but here,” Shane said making a break for the door and when he reached it he couldn’t find any way of opening it. “Get me out of here!” He shouted hitting the door before turning around to be face to face with Wesker who soon had his arm against Shane’s throat keeping him there.
“I just want to talk to you.” He said calmly as Shane tried to get the arm off his neck. “Why don’t you remember me?” He asked again as Shane kicked him but he was unfazed making Shane look at him startled. “Answer me.” He said pushing cutting off the air to Shane making him struggle more before nodding as Wesker pulled back.
“I just don’t know who you are,” Shane said coughing looking at Wesker. “Should I?” He asked as Wesker stepped away leaving Shane rubbing his throat and cough while Wesker observed him.
“I’m the one that saved you from drowning,” Wesker said finally making Shane stop and stare at him. “I’ve looked at your file and that from Raccoon City.” He said calmly. “Shane, do you know anything about your father?”
“My dad…?” Shane asked, recalling a time he asked about him before…
1998 - Raccoon City
Apartment Heights - Room #109
‘Another body was discovered in the woods outside of Raccoon City.’ The news anchor said on the TV as Shane watched it before working more on his homework. ‘But there are reports of people going missing in Raccoon City; the latest percentage has risen to 14%.’
Sofia was looking outside at the lit streets of Raccoon City; she was drinking some tea before looking at Shane doing his homework smiling before looking at their family photos. A small frown appeared on her soft face before looking at Shane soon finishing his math homework.
“Mom.” He started putting the paper in his book. “Was dad really good at math?” He asked looking at her.
“He worked for Umbrella.” She said smiling lightly. “He used to live here in Raccoon; he was killed on the job. They didn’t tell me what happened.”
“When did he die?” Shane asked grabbing his English book.
“He died this year.” She said finally hearing nothing and looked at Shane looking at her a bit startled. “He left us before you were born, I couldn’t find him or get in contact with him. I just got a letter from Umbrella a few weeks ago about his death.”
“Wh-why didn’t you tell me?” Shane asked looking at her soon hearing a gunshot making them both jump. Sofia hurried to the door and opened it as another gunshot sounded in the hall making her look down seeing a body on the floor.
“What’s going on?” She asked as her neighbor came out holding a pistol, he was covered in blood, bleeding from a bite wound on his arm. “Mr. Stevens?” She asked as he looked at her.
“He just attacked me!” He said looking at the corpse on the floor before coughing. “He bit me!” He shouted firing off another shot at the corpse as Sofia retreated back inside and locked the door.
“What’s going on mom?” Shane asked looking at her sitting backward in his chair as she rushed into her bedroom. “Mom?”
“Mr. Stevens just killed his grandson.” She said as Shane heard some things being moved in the room. “Keep the door closed and locked, don’t answer it either.” She said as he got off the chair and walked toward the door pulling up a chair to peek out through the eye hole to see someone shuffling by.
“Mom, Mr. Stevens looks sick.” He said watching Mr. Stevens stop and turn looking at the door. “He looks very sick.” He said as Mr. Stevens shuffled to the door and started hitting it making Shane get down. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked turning around seeing Sofia holding a gun making him look at her a bit stunned. “I didn’t know we had a gun!” He exclaimed.
“I bought it a long time ago.” She said looking through the hole before aiming the gun at the door and fired a few shots hitting Mr. Stevens on the other side, the gunshots made Shane cover his ears staring at the holes in the door and soon looked at Sofia, stunned she shot Mr. Stevens. “Something wasn’t right.” She said looking at him. “Your father warned me about this.” She said.
“Who was he?” Shane asked hugging her, he was afraid now. Fear plagued his mind that someone would come here and hurt them even more with the actions she had taken. “What was his name?”
“I can’t tell you now baby.” She said patting his head. “Maybe, later.” A smile came on Shane’s face making her kiss the top of his head. “Finish your homework.” She said nudging him along before walking into the kitchen dialing a number.
“Come on Kevin, pick up.” She said tapping the gun against the counter before hanging up. “Shit.” She mumbled looking out into the dining room seeing Shane looking at her before she headed toward a window looking out at the streets seeing a few people walking down below.
“Something’s not right…” She whispered watching them seeing a car crash up the road drawing her attention quickly. Shane wasn’t sure why she was acting like this and his gaze returned to the door and the blood seeping under the door.
Shane leaned against the wall now remembering that night, it was a nightmare, how his mother shouted at him to get packed while the news announced a pandemic of violent outbreaks within the city, all originating at the stadium. Wesker watched him, puzzled as to what the boy was remembering before hearing a sigh escape from her son.
“I never got my answer to who he was…” Shane finally said rubbing his face. “…she never told me who he was, not even when she was murdered…” He said remembering that day but his mind didn’t wander there, it drifted to Raccoon City when he was only twelve years old when the outbreak hit. When he and his mother desperately tried to escape Raccoon alive...
1998 - Raccoon City - Outbreak.
Shane ran down the alleyway as fast as he could carrying his backpack on his back as two zombies chased after him, he panted and kept running, fear filled his eyes as he looked for an exit. He called out for help stumbling but regained his footing till he rounded the next corner finding more zombies there.
“Mom!” He shouted looking back at the two coming after him and then those before him. “How did we get separated?” He asked himself backing up trying to keep his distance from them before tripping over something landing hard onto his back, but the backpack caught most of his fall, he gasped seeing a dead cop and nearly screamed but caught himself realizing it wasn’t Kevin.He quickly looked up seeing the zombies coming and loud growling seeing two dogs coming down one of the alleyways making him frantically search for something as his hand grasp something metallic, he pulled it up quickly and held it in front of him as the first zombie dog jumped at him, its bloody half jaw biting into the shotgun trying to get to Shane who pushed forward as hard as he could trying to keep the dog off himself. He screamed again trying to stay alive.
“Someone help me!” He shouted now using his feet to push against the dog now realizing the second hound; he saw it coming up next to him and then a gunshot. The dog yelped falling back as a strong kick was landed on the head of the one biting into the shotgun; the upper jaw was severed from its head as it fell limp on Shane making him shout at the blood falling onto him.
A strong hand pulled him out from under the dog; he fumbled back as he was able to stand watching the tall man firing at the zombies and at the second dog getting up. It was a total stranger and Shane was thankful he helped but he didn’t like the fact he was covered in blood that carried the infection, the virus. The man started backing up, making Shane do the same; there was a door behind them that was open. Shane smiled running to it as the man grabbed the shotgun and did the same before slamming the door behind him and blocked it with a chair.
“We can’t stay here.” He said looking at Shane sitting on the steps leading to the landing. “You okay kid?” He asked watching Shane nod. From just looking at the older man, Shane knew the man had a military background. “Why are you out here alone?” He asked reloading the pistol before looking the shotgun over while Shane frowned.
“I got separated from my mom,” Shane answered taking his backpack off and opened it pulling a photo out of the front zipper holding it out to the man. “A car and some zombies made us go our separate ways.” He told as the older man took the photo and looked at it.
“I’ve seen her before, she works at one of the reception desks at one of the Umbrella pharmacies.” He said handing it back as Shane smiled lightly and nodded. “I would get my medicine there, she was always very helpful.” He smiled, “You’re her kid? I never knew, and I’m Andrew.”
“Shane.” He replied back looking at the photo before putting it back into his bag. “I don’t know where I’m at in Raccoon; everything is so confusing and frightening.” He said as the shotgun was set in his lap making him look up at Andrew.
“Ever fired a shotgun?” He asked as Shane shook his head. “Well you’ll need to now; you should be able to handle the shotgun if you keep it pressed against your shoulder.” He said patting Shane’s shoulder. “Will hurt like hell but it’s better than being torn apart.” He said smiling. “Oh, where’s your father?” He asked as Shane looked away. “He’s dead isn’t he?”
“Died in an experimental test.” He told remembering what Sofia told him as they left the apartment. “Something went wrong and he was killed. I hate Umbrella; too many people end up dying there.”
“I agree with you on that,” Andrew replied walking past Shane and looked out a window. “Shit looks like the infection has gotten to the zoo animals.” He said seeing a lioness chasing after a survivor.
“Let’s move.” He said. Shane stood up holding the shotgun and sighed drawing Andrew’s attention. “It’s pump action.” He said walking over taking the shotgun, “You pull this down to load another round in the chamber, but make sure you press this little button to make it go down.” He said showing Shane as he nodded. “Hopefully we’ll find a gun that suits your small size. The shotgun might harm you since you’re still growing.”
“I’ll handle it,” Shane told him wiping his nose, the blood really smelled and it burned his nose smelling it. “I’m tough.” He said nodding and Andrew smiled at him patting him on the head as Shane took the shotgun back. “We’ll need to find ammo.”
“And medical supplies,” Andrew added as they moved toward another door, Shane mimicked Andrew’s movements and pressed himself against the other side of the door as Andrew opened it and went out. Out into the streets and alleyways of Raccoon City, into the chaos and nightmare. Where a single bite determined one's fate.
Shane rubbed his right shoulder, it still hurt now and then from having to use that shotgun, it wasn’t any wonder most of the guards would pin him down using his right arm. He leaned his head against the wall trying hard to not cry let alone show his weakness, but Wesker knew more about him than he thought.
“Still hurts doesn’t it?” Wesker asked with a gesture as Shane looked at him and soon held his arm turning the other way to keep it from him.
“Just leave me alone old man.” He said moving along the wall, but he couldn’t help but remember that night in Raccoon City. How a twelve-year-old boy survived…
1998 - Raccoon City - Outbreak Time 4 Hours after First Witnessed Infection by Shane
Shane coughed from the smoke as they passed a burning car, his small body demanding him to stop and rest, he was exhausted, he wanted to badly lie down but Andrew kept him going. Now and then sounds of a scream or a loud explosion would stop them but they grew used to it over time and kept going killing zombies as they tried to find their way toward the highway or the woods, whichever got closest they were going to take it.
“How much farther?” Shane finally asked breaking their long silence rubbing his right shoulder. He had used the shotgun earlier and it really knocked him hard to the ground, dislocating his shoulder, Andrew had to reset it and he also had to muffle Shane’s scream. “I’m tired…” He stated and Andrew looked at him.
“We should be close to the highway.” He said pulling out a map before looking around before seeing a lioness. “We got a lion.” He whispered crouching down watching her sniffing her surroundings. “We need to make a break for it.” He said as Shane looked as Andrew pointed toward the bus station. “If we follow the yellow line marked on the road, we’ll be able to reach the highway.” He said and Shane nodded.
“We need to sprint.” He told as Shane swallowed. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover you. Get ready...” He whispered watching the lioness look back down the street. “Go.” He said as Shane hesitated. “Now!” He snapped as Shane ran for it, the lioness perked instantly and whipped around seeing him, she snarled in response as she took off after the boy.
“She’s after me!” Shane shouted ducking behind a car hearing her claws digging into the pavement. He ran to another car that had the door open, he jumped inside and slammed the door shut just moments before the lioness rammed into the car clawing at the door till the window busted open making him scream. He was panicking, his mind and body shouted him to run but the passenger door was blocked by a bus. “Help me!” He screamed loudly as the lioness was starting to tear the door off.
The lioness growled and started biting the door before feeling something hit her from behind making her turn snarling seeing Andrew throwing bricks at her, she growled at him not wanting to chase after something so far away before hearing the car start making her look inside seeing Shane. Instantly she reached inside grabbing his clothes, he shouted again hitting the gas pedal making the car launch forward, with her claws in the car and on Shane’s clothes; she was dragged roughly before hitting a light pole and the car hit another car.
“Shane!” Andrew shouted running over as the lioness growled trying to recover from the blow to the light pole; Shane was in the car all the way on the floor as Andrew reached him. “Shane, come on!” He said reaching inside, just before Shane could grab hold of Andrew’s hand the man shouted out in pain gripping the window frame struggling to keep himself there before being pulled down. “Ah! No!” He shouted as Shane heard the lioness snarling and growling loudly along with the sounds of ripping flesh and snapping of bones, he had to cover his ears to try and keep the sounds out but screamed once more seeing the lioness’s head at the window holding Andrew’s left arm in her mouth, the fingers were still moving.
Shane was filled with so much fear that he nearly fainted, he tried to get up, his hands slipping on the shotgun under his body. Grabbing it, he freed it to get it ready for defense while the lioness lowered her head. He got up on the seat aiming it at the window, he was scared, and arms were shaking. Shane just lost his only friend left in the city. He was ready to cry, he was wishing his mother was with him, he pressed the shotgun against his shoulder, finger on the trigger. When the lioness popped her head up, he pulled the trigger. The round blew through her skull killing her; the force knocked Shane back hitting his head off the window as the world was encased in darkness...
Shane was already on his knees crying, he couldn’t stop the image in his mind, seeing Andrew reaching in for him and then the pain and fear expression. Wesker only watched shaking his head in disappointment.
“Look at you, still weeping over those long dead. You’re mourning dust, boy. That’s what they are Shane, dust, phantoms, whispers in the wind long since gone in a flash of heat and light. You should be forged into steel from a fire that burns that hot and instead you sit here crying like a weakling. Don’t you see that you’re stronger than they are? Don’t you understand that you survived a hell that a precious few could hope to live through? You’re made of sterner stuff than this boy; it’s time you started to act like it!” Wesker lectured him making Shane look at him quickly before getting up fast.
“How the hell would you know?! You weren’t even there, you fucking codger!” He snapped hitting the wall. “You have no fucking idea what hell I went through!” He growled.
“Don't I?” Wekser asked calmly as Shane made a fist.
“You weren’t even there! Look at yourself; you were probably somewhere else watching the whole damn thing on the television or some fucking thing!” Shane snapped, his anger raising more toward Wesker, no one ever questioned about that day he suffered in Raccoon City, no one.
“Oh, I was there, but I was there from the beginning Shane. You see, before you were even born, I lived in Raccoon City. I worked there, was a trusted member of the community and respected by my peers. But even before that, I was in the mountains, in the labs working for Umbrella. What you saw as nightmares come to life, I saw as some of my greatest experiments come to fruition.” Wesker said smiling lightly raising a hand proudly.
“Fuck off, old man,” Shane said flipping him off, Wesker soon streaked across the room, grabbing Shane’s middle finger and twisted Shane's arm behind his back pushing him against the wall making him shout in surprise and in pain.
“I wasn't finished, boy!” Wekser snapped at him pushing, Shane struggled to get off the wall and get Wekser off his sore arm but it was pointless. “Now keep a civil tongue in your head or else I'll rip it out.”
Shane grunted trying to get off the wall again; his arm was hurting more now. “What do you want from me?” He asked calmly trying to hide the pain in his voice.
“I want you to hear my story so that maybe you will begin to understand,” Wesker told, keeping Shane against the wall, it wasn’t much of a struggle for him.
“Then let go of my arm.” He said trying to make it stop hurting. “Please!” Shane begged to feel a sharp pain shoot through his body from his arm ready to break. Wesker calmly released Shane and backed away watching Shane hold his arm before continuing to tell his story. Shane looked at him and shook his head before leaning against the wall trying to keep his distance.
“So… what? The whole thing was an accident or an experiment?” He asked rotating his arm some flinching as it hit a nerve making him curse lowly holding it again.
“Because of outside forces, incompetence or both, the experiments got loose, hikers were attacked in the mountains and I knew it was only a matter of time before they reached the city. I lead an elite unit that had no idea of my connection with Umbrella. I sent half of them into a meat grinder to gather data on what was set loose. I soon followed the other half of the team after injecting myself with another experimental virus and survived the same trials I had put them through. But with any experiment, there are X-factors, variables even the most educated scientists can’t predict. I was killed by one of my greatest creations.” He said as his mind recalled that night.
“Only to be reborn, stronger than ever. The virus saved me, made me into something more than human and I escaped, just like you escaped.” Wesker told finishing seeing Shane looking at him oddly taking in every single bit of information.
“Why are you telling me all this? I mean, why me? I’m just some freak.” He said shaking his head, he was always called a freak since he was the second kid to survive the events of Raccoon City, every new school he would end up going to, he would be called a freak since he survived, that he was probably a freak of Umbrella, which wasn’t true to him, and he was just a kid with luck.
“A freak? Is that what you think this is all about? You’re not a freak boy; you’re an heir, a prince, a king in the making! Your mother, your true mother was a woman you never met Shane. The woman who raised you was only a surrogate.” Wesker told seeing Shane look at him oddly.
“Your real mother was a girl named Alexia Ashford. Her genetics were of superior stock and they were mixed with another to produce a truly unique being. One genetically bred to withstand the creations of Umbrella. Didn’t you ever wonder why the virus never affected you in Raccoon City when everyone else around you succumbed?” Wesker asked looking at him sharply.
Shane just looked at him speechless he had to look away to try and think, his mother, Sofia, was a surrogate? That he couldn’t believe but that didn’t stop him from looking at his hands, he always thought he didn’t look like her and now the fact he never got infected or even sick left him shaking and he stumbled making Wesker take a small step toward him before stopping seeing Shane catching himself from falling. “No…that can’t be true.” He said looking at Wesker. “No way…” Shaking his head, “I’m not some experiment, hell no! If I was I would have known!” He snapped trying to keep calm.
“No, we’re not freaks. We’re not just experiments; we are the last of the Prydwen Project. We were made not only to resist the viruses but to absorb and manipulate them without becoming some kind of freakish monster. We are the next step in genetic evolution!” Wesker said smiling more as Shane looked at him, Wesker couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What the hell do you mean ‘we’?” He asked angrily. “Who the fuck, are you?” He asked touching the wall trying to keep his cool and to find a door, Wesker noted Shane’s legs, he was going to try and run again but he knew he wasn’t going to go anywhere.
“You haven’t put it together yet? Shane, the other genetic material that was mixed with Alexia was mine! The surrogate told you that your father had died and in a way she was right. But I was reborn, Shane, and now I’ve found you and proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are a genetic match. Now we can finally stand together as father and son.” Wesker said laughing as he looked at him with a smile.
“You’re my…you’re my…?” Shane stammered fumbling backward before hitting the wall. “No, no fucking way. What proof do you have?!” He snapped; this kid was hard to get through to. The time here in the asylum certainly tortured the youth’s mind and weakened his emotional state. Wesker produced a sheet of paper out of one of his pockets and approached him before handing it towards him.
“Take it, read the results,” Wesker said taking a step back after Shane snatched it from him and scanned the paper. “The numbers don’t lie. We’re almost a perfect genetic match. And if that doesn’t convince you, look into a mirror.” Wesker said as he removed his glasses and looked at Shane. “Haven’t you noticed how much we resemble one another? What more proof do you need?” He asked.
Shane couldn’t believe what he was reading and when he looked up at Wesker he fell to the floor shocked but couldn’t stop staring at him even when he knelt down, Shane shook his head as his body shook lightly, he couldn’t believe any of this.
“Why?” He asked. “Why now?”
Wesker soon placed his sunglasses back on. “Because you’re a lion that thinks he’s a lamb and right now I need a lion at my side. I want someone fierce and loyal and above all worthy of being my son.” He said soothingly but there was also the power behind those words.
Shane reached up and took the sunglasses back off Wesker, at first Wesker was ready to smack his hands but he saw Shane was curious to meet the man that was his father. A light smiled appeared on his face as Shane looked at him more, he soon chuckled seeing Shane tilt his head.
“What’s up with your eyes?” Shane asked looking at the strange gold and red catlike eyes, they reminded him of a tiger or a dragon he once saw in a book while at school in Raccoon City.
“What is up with my eyes’ is the virus inside me. Other than my eyes there are no physical tells to give away that I’m something…more than human. It’s a small sacrifice for perfection.” He answered as Shane handed the sunglasses back.
“Cool,” Shane said nodding. “Just a curious thought, will that happen to me?”
“It’s very likely. There may be some additional… side effects but once your body adjusts and you’re able to control them, you will be as you were before, just much better suited to the rigors of the world to come. Nothing that attacked you in Raccoon City could ever even come close to harming you again.” Wesker told him as Shane smiled thinking about it…
- 1998 - Raccoon City - Five Hours after Shane’s First Witnessed Infection
Shane slowly opened his blue eyes before rubbing them, withdrawing his hand he saw some blood causing him rub his head flinching touching a cut; his gaze soon fell to the shotgun laying on his lap as a cold realization flowed through his body as he leaned up before crawling slowly toward the driver side window before looking out seeing the dead lioness with a massive hole in the side of her head and that’s when he saw Andrew there, his guts torn out, his left arm laying not far off, deep claw marks on his face and his clothes torn beyond any reason.
Shaking Shane pulled back and rested against the passenger door holding his knees close to his chest before looking at the window again, his chin was showing signs of his body wanting to cry, his eyes showing it as well before he buried his head behind his legs as he cried. The crying didn’t last long as he loaded a new shell in the chamber of the shotgun and moved back to the door before climbing out of the window slipping slightly on the blood, his hand touched the blood as he tried to keep his balance making him wipe it on his pants in response to looking at Andrew again.
“Goodbye, Andrew…” He whispered looking at the bus station, he took a breath and walked toward it, alone in the chaos around him. A helicopter flew overhead making him watch it against the dark sky before looking at the bus station, there were bodies strewn about, a few whole while most were torn to bits making him shake entering it more looking around frantically.
“I wish mom was here…” He whispered looking at the ticket booth seeing blood splattered over the window, the door ajar making him peek inside seeing no one but shotgun ammo on the floor. “Great.” He said smiling pushing the door inward but it didn’t move, he pushed again and still nothing.
“I bet I can reach it.” He told himself keeping himself calm as he set the shotgun down and took off his backpack before sitting down slipping his left arm inside and reached pushing more against the door.
“Come on…” He whispered looking around some feeling the ammo case brushing against his fingertips making him smile more as he wiggled his fingers over it pulling it closer before grabbing it.
“Yes!” He said withdrawing his arm soon feeling a tight hand clasping around his arm making him shout in a surprise hearing a moan.
“No!” He screamed grabbing the shotgun and jerked to try and get his arm free feeling the zombie inside pulling him against the door, sticky salvia falling on his arm making him panic more as the shotgun went off hitting the door while the gun jerked out of Shane‘s hand, the grip lessened making him pull out fast and rush to the shotgun.
“Bring it,” Shane growled picking the shotgun up before looking at the saliva over his left arm making him wipe it over his shirt and pants trying to get it off as the zombie banged against the door.
“I bet you’re stuck in there, a good thing too or I’ll be kicking your…” He soon looked around and then back at the door. “…ass!” He smiled proudly saying that reloading the shotgun, with haste he grabbed the ammo he pulled out and his backpack before running up the bus route following the yellow line hearing crows cawing around him.
More into the chaos, the road leading to freedom, a lone child seeking life…
A buzzer sounded in the room making Shane stiffen as Wesker looked over his shoulder seeing the door open and four guards filed into the room before looking at Shane, he was already up and standing. A smile crossed Wesker’s face seeing the aggression Shane was showing as the guards drew closer.
“Time’s up Shane, time to go.” Said one as electricity crackled as one turned on the stun rod making Shane take a step back. “Sorry sir, but he needs to get his shots before going to bed.”
“Like hell I am!” Shane snapped as the other two guards got closer to him making him jump some when they tried to grab him but he didn’t count on the third that rushed up behind him wrapping his arms around Shane’s chest keeping his arms down.
“Get off me!” Shane shouted trying to get free before headbutting the one holding him breaking his nose making him let go, Shane then threw a punch at the next closest guard hitting him in the face before ducking avoiding the stun rod, he tackled that man to the floor and started beating the living shit out of him as the stun rod rolled away from him.
Wesker only watched, impressed and in awe of seeing Shane’s aggression, he read about this in some of the reports the guards gave him, even the one about the arm break, but seeing it in person, he could only smile and think of Shane proudly, how much potential the boy held, and before long he heard the stun rod come to life as Shane was hit by it making him shout before falling off the man he was beating, groaning in pain as they rolled him onto his stomach forcing his arms behind his back putting his restraints on.
“Sorry, you had to see that sir.” Said the guard with the broken nose looking at the blood on his fingers and hand. “He’s been more unstable recently.”
“Go fuck yourselves….” Shane said lowly soon seeing the fourth guard drawing out a needle making Shane struggle instantly. “No!” He snapped as the man knelt.
“No apology necessary. If the patient resists you have no choice.” Wesker then directed his attention to Shane. “Remember our talk boy. You need your shots if you want to become ‘healthy’ again. Be a good patient and take your medicine, hmm?”
Shane stopped and looked away cringing as the needle was pushed into his skin, he felt it entering him, his arm started to tingle as he struggled to stay awake but what he was given made him limp allowing the guards to pick him up and drag him out of the room.
“Here’s the latest lab test.” The fourth guard said pulling it out of his large pocket on his coat as Wesker took it. “He’ll be in his room, he’ll be awake in a few hours.” He added.
Wesker studied the report. “Excellent. If there are any changes you know how to reach me.”
“Yes, sir.” The guard said soon leaving as Wesker looked at the report again; things were going just as he thought they would…