Stay down and hope they pass you by

Inventory: A Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family. A comfort in hard times

Gender: Female

Looking around you the trees seem to have huddled together. Blocking off every avenue of escape. Pushing yourself down into the mud at the foot of the tree you held your breath as the footsteps came closer and closer.

Before too long they were right on top of you, you heard the sound of breathing as it moved around the clearing. Eventually the sound came so close you pushed your face down into the dirt. Squeezing your eyes shut and holding your breath, praying that it would pass you by.

“Hey! What are you doing down there?” The voice of Wesker came to you in the same moment you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, pulling you up out of the mud.

You remember opening your eyes wide to see Wesker standing over you. Dressed in the simple leather armour that went under his plate. Smiling down at you with relief written large across his face.

You embraced then, clinging tightly to each other, the pressure of fear you had felt at being alone escaping in the form of tears that rolled from your eyes, mixing with the rain. You remember how tightly Wesker held you, the way his breathing came in short gasps, looking back now you realise he was crying with relief, just like you.

Eventually you had pulled yourselves together enough to talk, it turned out that Wesker had decided to leave the caravan, hence his lack of armour, and head after you. When he had got to the place they had abandoned you he had followed your trail in to the woods.

As he explained all this to you Wesker built a makeshift shelter for the two of you. Huddling together, your bodies entwined, kissing and talking in the dark. You had apologised for getting caught, for even hiding away in the first place. For costing Wesker his job and landing you both in the middle of these horrible woods.

Wesker shushed you as you spoke, planting kisses on your tear stained cheeks and running his rough fingers gently through your hair. Eventually you cried and apologised yourself out, resting your head in the nook of Wesker's are you fell asleep.

You awoke in the morning to the smell of cooking meat. Wesker had somehow managed to find a rabbit in these cursed woods and was cooking it over a small fire. A heavy fog hung in the early morning air and you stuck close to Wesker’s side.

Wesker had laughed at you, calling you a scared door mouse and wondering aloud what happened to the girl who had snuck aboard the caravan. That had stung your pride and so, standing proud above Wesker, you asked him to train you to….