The Mansion Incident

Chapter Forty-One

Fire raged out in the hallway, spilling into the lab room. The red emergency lights were off now, since the emergency generators went the same way as the regular ones. But the fire was more than enough light to see by. It was so hot that the walls seemed ready to melt, and the entire room was packed with thick smoke, but the room was still contained a living occupant.

Wesker pushed the collapsed shelf off of him and brushed away bits of broken glass. He sat up and managed to get to his feet, coughing slightly from the thick smoke everywhere. He almost had to laugh at that. Smoke, of all things, gave him trouble.

Other than that minor irritation, he was much better than expected. Even his most optimistic theories on what would happen once he injected himself with Lisa’s blood had not been quite this positive. He pulled open his shirt and felt the front of his chest. His entire body was smeared with blood and gore, but all he could feel was unbroken skin. The wound was already healed completely. The bullet wound on his arm took only a minute or two to heal, but this one took a little bit longer. His body healed miraculously from an otherwise fatal injury, leaving him intact and alive, leaving no trace of the wound.

The pain, however, was very real. He felt real pain when he’d been shot, unbearable pain when the Tyrant broke his arm, and complete agony when the Tyrant impaled him. The pain was so overwhelming that he actually lost consciousness. But the injury was completely gone, as if he merely dreamed it.

Once he had a functioning laboratory again, he planned to do some experiments and tests on his own blood. But that was in the future, and right now he needed to deal with the present. The lab was in ruins, and the explosions surely did a huge amount of damage to Sigma labs. The fires would probably burn out before they reached the other labs, but it didn’t matter either way. Wesker already had everything he needed from this place. The fires were actually a blessing, because it would take longer for the authorities to examine the remains if it was all burned beyond recognition.

He walked through the smoke and felt along the wall for the switch that would open the hidden door. It slid open with a hiss, and Wesker walked through as smoke billowed through the doorway. His white SUV was still there, waiting for him. Thankfully, this secret room was not damaged by the explosions. Although Wesker could just walk home if that was the case. The truck was just his method of escape now. Everything that remained at the labs was unimportant. Even the briefcase he left in the lab, the one containing other capsules of Lisa’s blood, was disposable, since more samples were already in storage at his new location.

He quickly discarded his bloody clothes and dressed in a clean shirt and pants. He got in the truck and started the engine, and then tapped a button on the remote control stuck to the dash. The horizontal doors at the end of the ramp opened upward and Wesker drove out.

He was glad it was finally over. Now he would have some time to plan his next move. Because one thing, at least, had not changed about his situation. Even with all of his scheming and plotting, one inevitable event still hovered over his head.

The virus was still going to hit Raccoon City sooner or later, and when it did, he had to be ready. There was still a lot of work to do.

The End

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