𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐 !

ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴅɴᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏꜱ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢᴇɴᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ!

󠀠 How rude , these old man doesn't understand these jokes nowadays . 󠀠󠀠

catching the chair, a brow raised. slowly moving to sit down gun being holstered “..seven minutes. That’s what you get to talk”

󠀠 No six seven .ᐣ 󠀠󠀠

“Wesker!” hand on his pistol, drawn in an instant eyes focused on the other “Don’t know how you’re alive still, but I’m gonna change that”

󠀠 Whimpers loud and clear . 󠀠

󠀠󠀠 ˙ . ꒷ . 𖦹˙— 𝘊𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴 𑄜ut tʜe wind𝚘𝐰 . ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🚬 ⋅ ˚✮ 󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠

󠀠 Six seven minutes . 󠀠

＊ 𝐈 ⠀⠀𝖈𝒪𝚄𝙻𝔇𝙽’𝔱 ⠀𝚂ᴀ͙ve ⠀𝑇𝙷e𝑚 . 𝓫͟ut ┉ ⠀𝐈 ⠀𝖈𐌀𝙽 ⠀𝚂𝚃𝙾P ⠀𝕭ᴀ͙𝓼𝔱ᴀ͙𐍂𝔇s ⠀like ⠀ *y𖦹u ⠀ .

⠀i’m heavy with the weight of missing you , my dear.

what do i do, after all this survival?