Something Wicked

Well, well isn’t this interesting. Wesker watched from his vintage point high on a hill as chaos reigned. Someone, somewhere had screwed up in a major way.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be running around.” The Hunter looked at him blankly. Not the brightest one of lot. Although he had to give it credit for being smart enough to know it couldn’t eat him.

“I really should do something about you.” It wouldn’t due to have another Raccoon City incident. The government might just pull its head out of its ass and think to take a closer look at Umbrella.

And if they look mbrembrella, well his employers wouldn’t be far behind.

“Decisions, decisions.” What shall I do?

Wesker moved fast, not giving the creature time to react. Its neck made a satisfying cracking noise. Just to be on the safe side, he gave a quick tug and ripped its head off of its body.

No point in wasting bullets. He tossed the head away. He pushed up his sunglasses enough just to make sure. The Hunter had had the decency not to spray blood all over him.

He turned back to the scene below. Yes, there were still Umbrella scientists running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Occasionally some monster or another would jump out, snatching a nice snack.

They’re not evening trying to save themselves. He had yet to hear a single gun shot.

“How boring.” Umbrella was really gettingpid.pid. Stupid and sloppy, if Chris’s presence was any indication.

Anst wst where is dear Christopher? Surely the Sheriff should have dragged him to the facility by now.

Wouldn’t that just be amusing? Poor Chris would be expecting monsters. How will he do against something other than B.O.W.’s? That luck can’t hold out forever.

BAM!

Wesker blinked, the only sign he gave that he was surprised.

BAM! BAM!

Still not from the facility, thosots ots had come from behind him. Somewhere between him and Longfellow.

Finally having fun Chris? Too bad he couldn’t just wait around to kill the man. He headed off down the hill.