There is a blond boy crouched next to a pile of rubble, sifting through it, a red baseball cap pulled over his head. His face is rather scruffy, as if he's had to go several months with out a shave.
"Nope. I'm out here to tell people how dangerous it is."
It's a fairly large city. She can roam the broken intersections, the rain-roughened streets, for hours. She can climb the shattered walls and pick her way through broken glass for days.
But somehow, people always find a way to run into each other out here. Perhaps Wesker was innocently walking. Perhaps he was talking to a radioactive dog that had seen her. Perhaps he was observing a vampire Magog as it hunted, and sent it away to find other game when they saw who was approaching.
Perhaps it's just coincidence when the shadows move and he steps out, a fair distance away.
"It's early for roaming, isn't it?" He glances up at the impenetrable clouds and the eternal twilight. "That wasn't quite a rhetorical question. I've lost track of the time."
Lara shifted her gear and kept the barrel of the pistol pointed off to the left as she turned toward him. He still made her skin crawl, but it wasn't as bad as the other night.
Those damn glasses made it hard to get a real handle on him, and if what Chris had said...perhaps she really didn't want him to take them off.
"A girl might get the idea you like looking at her backside the way you follow along," she said flatly as she smirked. "Somehow I don't think I ought to be so flattered."
He's still perfectly calm, not even watching the gun--although yes, it must be hard to tell where his gaze is. "I've been making no effort to stalk you, I assure you. I was on my way back to the apartments." He frowns slightly. "You're quite a ways out. I trust you're prepared?"
Her eyes darted swiftly from him to the groud level, and then up to the buildings. There was that word again. Trust. Too bad she wouldn't offer it to Wesker as easily as she did to Jason.
"Anything out here I ought to be expecting? Besides vampires and you?"
It's late in the afternoon now, and Jason's out - well, theoretically scavenging, but he's done his grocery run for the day. Now he's mainly mapping the place in his head, swinging from building to building and taking mental notes.
His round red hood is on; it gives plenty of advantages, and not only protective. He's up high, and he's not taking particular care to be quiet.
The sounds are faint - but magnified by the empty, echoing city. There's an abrupt change in the angle of his swoop, and then he's on a decrepit fire escape, in enough shadow that whoever's down there probably won't get a clear shot.
Or that was the plan; when the fire escape groans and creaks and peels gently away from the wall, it becomes more difficult.
She turned to the sound and saw him there, precariously settled on a fire escape and looking every bit like a threat and not like someone dropping in for tea.
No tea today anyhow.
She pointed both guns upward and squeezed off four shots.
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Speaks a voice from thwe shadows. He's gotten good at sneaking.
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"Nope. I'm out here to tell people how dangerous it is."
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She lowered her gun and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
"I don't suppose you could tell me where to find some kind of plant life?"
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But somehow, people always find a way to run into each other out here. Perhaps Wesker was innocently walking. Perhaps he was talking to a radioactive dog that had seen her. Perhaps he was observing a vampire Magog as it hunted, and sent it away to find other game when they saw who was approaching.
Perhaps it's just coincidence when the shadows move and he steps out, a fair distance away.
"It's early for roaming, isn't it?" He glances up at the impenetrable clouds and the eternal twilight. "That wasn't quite a rhetorical question. I've lost track of the time."
He's been working in the lab.
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Lara shifted her gear and kept the barrel of the pistol pointed off to the left as she turned toward him. He still made her skin crawl, but it wasn't as bad as the other night.
Those damn glasses made it hard to get a real handle on him, and if what Chris had said...perhaps she really didn't want him to take them off.
"A girl might get the idea you like looking at her backside the way you follow along," she said flatly as she smirked. "Somehow I don't think I ought to be so flattered."
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Her eyes darted swiftly from him to the groud level, and then up to the buildings. There was that word again. Trust. Too bad she wouldn't offer it to Wesker as easily as she did to Jason.
"Anything out here I ought to be expecting? Besides vampires and you?"
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His round red hood is on; it gives plenty of advantages, and not only protective. He's up high, and he's not taking particular care to be quiet.
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She spotted the figure and adjusted her pack so it wouldn't be in the way when she drew both guns.
Not dark yet...not Chase, not Wesker. This was bloody fabulous. She might luck out and the figure would pass her on by.
~click~ ~click~
Lara knew what kind of luck she had. Safety off, one in the chamber and she rolled her neck, readying herself.
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Or that was the plan; when the fire escape groans and creaks and peels gently away from the wall, it becomes more difficult.
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No tea today anyhow.
She pointed both guns upward and squeezed off four shots.
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