The beginning of the week had proved more useless than anything else, though the middle of the week had been entertaining to watch. As th weekend approached, the atmosphere in the village shifted again. Wesker could feel the underlying anger that seemed to be sitting in the air like invisible fog. While he could hold the emotions at bay, others in ( Read more... )

After talking with Alice and Macbeth, Jenny decided to check out the fight club, The Underground. As she stepped inside and looked around, a smile began to form, it was perfect. "I'll be able to get rid of the restlessness here." And her need to punch something. It will also help her stay in shape. She signed up for a match then headed toward ( Read more... )

Wesker's not quite practicing, but he's not quite relaxing either. It was somewhere in between since it helped him focus but it was also good to keep your body in shape. Muscle memory was important, too. He was getting bored again and even though he had protection with some influential people, he wanted to do what he enjoyed doing. Research. ( Read more... )

Buffy had learned long ago that she could do more with the help of others than by herself. Sure, she bossed people around and was the General in a lot of ways with the others that helped both in Sunnydale and other places but she knew as she stood at the entrance to the lobby and looked into the ballroom, that this wouldn't have been pulled off ( Read more... )

Wesker was bored. Boredom seemed to be something he was getting accustomed to it seemed. Some of the more interesting people in the village had left recently and it left far fewer interesting people to deal with. At least Alice was still here. He still had plans for her. If only she was less on gaurd ( Read more... )

Wesker sat at the bar in the Underground near the corner with his back to the wall and a view of the entire establishment. It was a busy night, it seemed, which was good for the pockets and a good way to suss out any interesting specimens. The village was full of them, but they were occasionally hard to spot. A shame, really ( Read more... )

Wesker was in the forest late at night. The moon illuminated the surroundings that he was using as a training area. He didn't need to train, but it wouldn't hurt against someone like Alice. Without the T-Virus active in her system, she was almost neutralized, but if he ever chose to re-activate them again, he wanted to be ready ( Read more... )

Living alone, James hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary until he left the hotel to head out to work. It was eerily silent on the streets, no one was saying a word. He just mentally shrugged it off, tipped his hat at a few faces that had become somewhat familiar over the weeks and made it to his job at the casino without giving it too much ( Read more... )

Wesker sat in the pub in one of the booths enjoying the fries with gravy that the place often served. It was delicious and with his new metabolism there was little he could eat that would effect him negatively. One of the perks with slowly becoming perfect. Along with the plate of fries on the table, he had a a few folders with him. One was larger ( Read more... )

Michonne stands in front of the person she's saved, blood dripping from her katana, dead roamer on the ground. There are still four more to go, but the fact that there's a real live person in front of her makes her pause for a split second. She hasn't seen anyone in weeks. Weeks or months, she's not sure. Time loses meaning when it doesn't really ( Read more... )