"Geeze what the fuck happened to you? Why am I asking you, you're dead." Helena whispered as she knelt beside Wesker's body, brushing a loose strand black hair out of her face. Taking a moment to work out what injury had killed him her hand moved to his cheek only to freeze as he let out a shuddering cough. "You're actually alive." She breathed, pale blue eyes blinking as she watched what she originally thought was just another corpse stir.

Struggling into an upright position, Wesker coughed again blood dripping from his mouth. "No thanks to the Tyrant." He coughed, spitting onto the carpeted floor beneath his boots.

"The Tyrant attacked you? Seriously? How are you even...nope doesn't matter right now." Helena muttered as she reached towards his trademark sunglasses, the ones he never seemed to take off, only to feel a hand clutching her wrist in a weak grip. "Look I have to check your eyes otherwise you could have internal bleeding and I may not catch it until its too late. Now hold still." Helena snapped at him and after a pause he relaxed his grip, his hand falling to his side. Shaking her head Helena carefully slipped his sunglasses off nearly dropping them when Wesker coughed again, the noise startling her.

"Careful." Wesker warned, eyes narrowed despite the pain constantly flowing through his body. Helena just stared at his eyes, confused to see red and gold eyes staring back at her. "What are you staring at?" He snapped, pain forgotten as he continued to glare.

"What the hell happened to your eyes?!" Helena asked and he actually snarled, reaching for the sunglasses in her hand before she pulled them back. "Hang on I still need to examine you. That's my job after all." Helena told him, ignoring the furious look he gave her. Despite being a little shocked at his appearance Helena kept her word and after checking where the blood was coming from, a still healing tear in his mouth, Helena lifted her head.

It wasn't until her fingertips brushed his jacket that Wesker actually flinched and she rolled her eyes at him. "Stop touching me." He growled, pushing me away before he struggled to his feet. Swaying a little he started for the door only to have Helena put herself between him and the only exit.

"I wouldn't go out there if I were you, Wesker for two reasons. One; the Tyrant's loose. Two; the whole building's crawling with undead. Not to mention the fact that someone set the building to explode and we only have a few minutes to escape." Helena pointed out as Wesker snatched the sunglasses from her hands. "God I put up with another crap from Doctor Smith so cut the crap, Albert." Helena snapped and Wesker actually froze, staring down at her.

"You knew Ellen?" He asked and Helena blinked back at him. Just for a moment Wesker's lips curled into a smirk. "Sorry to tell you this but she's dead."

"Wait so you murdered her? Well...she was kind of a bitch. To me and everyone here." Helena replied after a long pause and he chuckled, pushing the sunglasses up before he stepped past her. "But that doesn't make it right." Helena quickly added as he turned the doorknob.

"She was a zombie so it doesn't really matter now." Wesker explained as he opened the door just as a zombie stuck its half-chewed face through the gap, blood dripping from what was left of its mouth. Helena jumped back as its rotted hands clutched at Wesker's jacket and he sneered at it, pushing it back before he grabbed it by its neck. With a sickening snap he broke its neck dumping it on the floor before he moved through the doorway leaving Helena to hurry after him.