Stay and answer the call of nature

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

Gender: Female

Shrugging your shoulders you decided to take care of the pressure in your bladder first. Looking up at the canopy above you you reflected on how different this part of the woods where. Wesker had told you that this place was actually part of the same woods as the Carrion Woods. Yet you found that hard to believe, those woods had been cold and foreboding, feeling more like a graveyard than anything else. These woods seemed to be full of life, every time you had gone into them you had seen a deer or rabbit. The air was filled with birdsong and even seemed to smell more alive.

Another snapping twig, this one much nearer and again something in your mind told you it was important. Barely a second after that sound game another snapping twig. Deciding to trust in your gut you quickly moved to the other side of one of the trees, pressing your body flat to it as you strained to hear another sound.

There was silence for a few long moments before you could make out the sound of someone breathing heavily. For a second you thought it was just Wesker trying to sneak up on you for a joke but then voice called out and your heart froze in your chest.

“Come on out, Girly!” The voice was supremely unpleasant, sounding both like the speaker had both a blocked up nose and had been eating sandpaper. Nothing like the warm strong tones of Wesker.

From the sound of it he was pretty much on the exact opposite side of the tree from you. You heard him moving down into the divot you had been. Moving around the tree you do your best to keep him on the other side from you, stepping carefully over the twigs and dry leaves. As you listen you look around to try and see a way you could move from here, in the position he is in right now he would not be able to see you if you moved directly backwards. But the nearest cover in that direction is a good ten metres away, any other direction would expose you to him as you moved.

Peeking around the side of the tree you look back in the direction you came from. The low hanging canopy sways in the breeze but provides no answers as to what you could do. Silently you curse yourself, wishing you had a weapon of some sort to fight with. The ground offers nothing but pebbles and even if you did have a blade you have no idea how to fight.

As you think this over you still try to move around to remain out of sight of the man. His breathing is easy to pick out, as heavy and rasping as it is. A part of you wonders if he is breathing like that because he saw you going to the toilet. Your stomach flips with revulsion at the possibility.

Suddenly you hear the sound of heavy footsteps and a short strangled cry from the other side of the tree. Then Wesker's voice calling out, “Lorna! Are you here?” He sound out of breath with something else that you can’t pick out edging his voice.

Relief flowing through your body you stepped around the tree, the smile on your face vanishing as you took in the scene.

Wesker was standing looking at you, his face covered in a dark fluid, in front of him the man was on his knees. Facing towards you his eyes had turned into saucers, his mouth hanging wide open , a low rasping coming from his throat. Weskers right hand was in a strange position, balled up in a fist with the thumb side pressed flat against the side of the man's throat.

Relief bloomed on Wesker’s face as you moved in to view, his body seemed to relax for a moment before. Suddenly grimacing, his whole body tensed and he punched his fist forward, as he did the blade that had been buried in the man's neck tore open his neck. A gout of gore spraying out on to the ground as the man feel forward on to his face. His hands shooting to the bloody mess of his neck as he gasped and gurgled for breath.

Both you and Wesker stood in silence watching the man as he lay face down between the two of you, His whole body spasming as he let out increasingly **** and watery gurgling sounds as he drowned in his own blood. The sight of the grisly **** is too much for you. You barely manage to turn your head away before vomit is spraying out across the ground. You fall on to your knees as you retch, throwing up contents of your stomach on to the ground.

You feel Wesker’s hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you, yet the sound of the man gasping out his last refuses to leave your head and you suddenly become convinced that Wesker his using the same hand as he did to **** the man. Screaming out in fear you scrabble away from him, pressing your back to the base of the tree. Seeing him now you can tell he was using his left hand, his right hangs limp at his side, stained a deep red.

Wesker watches you for a few moments, the moment of confusion shifting to understanding as he watches you. Standing up and sheathing the knife he slowly comes walking towards you as you sit shaking against the tree. Your eyes fall to the soil between your legs, that horrible sound echoing in your head. As Wesker puts his arms around you you want to push him away. You want to scream and vomit, you want the damned sound to stop!

Instead you cry, gripping onto Wesker like a child awoken from a nightmare, you cry into his neck. Great horse gusts of fear and horror pushing out of you in guttural wails. Wesker simply holds you tight to his chest, rubbing your back gently as you weep.

Eventually your tears are spent and Wesker picks you up off of the ground. Carrying you like a child back to the camp and laying you down beside the fire. As you look around you can make out the shape of another body laying on its side on the other side of the clearing. When Wesker returns with a blanket you manage to **** some words through your lips.

“Who were they?” You ask.

Pulling the blanket tight around you Wesker sits down beside you and places his arm protectively around you. “Bandits,” He say, his voice gruff. “Thought we would be easy meat.” As he says those last words you can hear the angry pride in his voice as he stares at the corpse on the other side of the fire.

Both of you sat like that for a long time, silently staring into the fire. Neither of you knowing what to say. You felt the pressure to ask Wesker about what had happened growing inside of you, yet you part of you didn’t want really know. Taking a deep breath you opened your mouth and said…