Friend or Foe

After Ada had walked her way to the training facility, she could not help but think about why she even chose to keep Steve alive. She knew that she has been a cold and blunt type, the type that would kill for a good buck, but she always had a limit or at least a boundary that she would meet and not step across, the problem was that she had never met that boundary until Steve had fallen on her lap. She felt, that if she killed a young kid like him, she really would not have a limit to her selfishness.

Training would clear her mind or make her forget about it so she was aching for some obstacles and targets.

Ada arrived at the door of the weapons booth next to the training facility and saw the guard next to it. His name is Clyde, he is the arms dealer. He is also the type of guy Ada would never give a second glance. If it were up to Clyde, he would do more than a second glance. He would beg to touch. He is the type of guy that would force yourself to watch your back. Clyde is more fit than a well trained Pit Bull. A real jock.

"Hey, Ada! What? Ya here to see good ol' me?" his poor attempts to flirt with Ada disgusted her. She gave a frustrated sigh placing a hand on her hip, and her head lowered to dodge his douchebag Noise.

"Not today, you noisemaker. I'm here to just get my toys and to train at level five's fitness arena," Ada said in an impatient tone.

Clyde stared at her with a smile, as if she was playing hard to get. He smiled agreed with a hungry smile as he made her day that much more annoying. "Come on," he egged her, "You ain't missing to train with me?" he leans closer to her as she leans back to keep the distance.

"...Mmmm nope!" she mocked. "I just want my Hook and Blacktail along with 4 magazines," Ada looked away, slightly disgusted with the scent of his breath. Clyde gave a few seconds of persistence but felt hurt, for his attempts were all for naught. He made a hiss of anger as he pulled the key out and unlocked the door and entered into the armory.

He pulled out her 9 millimetre Blacktail pistol and 4 magazines, along with one inside the gun. Clyde handed it to Ada with silence as Ada then kissed the chamber. "Now this..." she teased, "...This I missed, so!"

Clyde grumbled as he then pulled out her grappling gun, "Both of these were cleaned last week, so they should work at tip-top efficiency," he said in a cold tone just wanting her to leave, at that point.

Ada smiles her sassy smile and looked at Clyde. "See? This is when you're cute. When you're all cold n' bold". she walked to the steel elevator with her beloved "toys".

Clyde glared at her swaying hips as she walked off, letting his imagination get to him. He then looked a bit up and saw her head slightly turned peeking to her back, to see if her teasing hips attracted the fool. She chuckled as his face went from eye-boggling to looking away with cherry red cheeks.

Clyde turned to lock the armory door and mumbled to himself "Just you wait... Fuckin' bitch".

Ada entered the elevator and pushed the button that showed the number five, then pressed the red button. The old engine roared as the elevator rose up five levels and upon the arena, she had asked for, she was happy as all hell to see that it was completely empty. She had the whole arena all to herself.

As the hours passed, Steve felt that it would not be big to go take his own tour of the place he has been living in for fifteen years. He exited the medical room and found himself in a curved hallway. Steve had quickly realized that these halls would be very disorienting for someone new, since he almost got lost by mistaking where he had just left, with the neighboring door. He figured that if the hall is curved, there's a chance that it is in a circle. He was scared of that thought. The only place he can sleep is in this hall and he would not want to lose it. Steve turned to the door and saw the numbers "4871". He stared at those numbers to keep it in his memory.

"memory, don't fuck me up now," he said to himself. it was clear Steve had no clue of the position he was in. maybe because Ada didn't explain enough context or maybe Steve just has a large curiosity and the attention span of a seventeen-year-old. Either way, Steve started walking.

He needed to walk to think. It was clear his new eyes were from this virus he has and even though he had been sleeping for years, he had been able to walk perfectly, even though he should be very weak, "Could that be because of the virus too?" he thought out loud, as he walked.

The hall he walked was very quiet he could hear his feet smack on the tile floors which had reminded him that he needed some shoes. "Of course, Jason wouldn't know his shoe size but some socks wouldn't've hurt," he spoke out again. He did not like the silence in these halls and wanted to hear some echoes.

Eventually, Steve saw in front of him an intersection with a guard next to a door that was labeled "armory". Clyde looked and saw what Wesker always called "The Package" walking about, shoeless, and in a prisoner's white clothing.

Clyde gave a light cocky smile as he spoke out to Steve, "Oooh, hey! You're the freak, right? The one that woke up yesterday?"

Steve's head shot over to face the direction of where this firm and low tone voice came from gave a slightly nervous nod, "I'd prefer myself to be special but yes... Wait! Was that yesterday? I don't remember much of when I woke up other than being hard to breathe," Steve took a few steps closer until he was in front of the man.

"That makes sense," Clyde commented, "You had a machine working for your lungs for a long time. It's no surprise you couldn't breathe worth for shit when you woke," Clyde laughed aloud to his own comment, egging Steve to laugh with him. Steve did so, but felt awkward doing it since it was not really that funny.

After Clyde took a breath from laughing, he extended his hand to Steve, "I'm Clyde."

Steve happily grabbed and shook his hand, "I'm Steve," Steve loosened his own hand from the handshake, but Clyde's grip went tighter. Steve looked down at his hand and then back at him, he gave a tight tug to bring his hand back, but his attempt failed.

"...What the hell do you think you are doing outta' your room?" Clyde said with a stern tone. Steve was caught off guard quite literally. Steve felt his heart race and knew he was in trouble.

"I wanted to take a walk," Steve said, stammered to find the right words, "It helps me think about stuff," Steve chose his words carefully, hoping he would not get in any more trouble.

"Stuff like what? How to escape, or kill everyone?" Clyde was clearly seeing Steve as a threat more than a human. Steve knew why and immediately became insecure with his eyes. Steve stopped giving eye contact. Steve spoke quietly and with fear, "Relax, dude. I'm just walking."

"Don't tell me to relax, freak!" Clyde unbuckled his gun holster as he said the word freak. Steve looked at the hand resting on his gun. They stared at each other in the tension. The silence broke when the heavy elevator headed back to level one, revealing a sweaty Ada wearing a tank top and yoga pants. She had a white towel around the back of her neck. As she wiped her face, she glanced up and saw the situation at hand.

"What uh... What's goin' on here?"