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The thunder roared and the rain fell in icy sheets, cascading down over the city in a heavy downpour. The orange streetlights were the only glimmer of light in the dismal darkness, barely illuminating the streets and alleyways.
The once fearsome Albert Wesker, now trapped in the form of an orange tabby cat, was soaked to the bone. His fur was plastered to his body and his bright yellow eyes were wide open with fear, glinting in the darkness. He had been slinking through the city streets, desperately searching for shelter, when the storm began. It had been dark and ominous for some time, but now it was truly a force to be reckoned with.
Driven by instinct, Wesker scrambled around the corner, crouching low to the ground, his tail drooping and his ears pinned back, a displeased hiss at the back of his throat. He could hear the footsteps of a human above him, but was thankful that the thunder and rain masked his presence.
He peered around the corner and spotted a large, metal storm drain. Without hesitation, the feline dove inside, his body shaking from the thunder and the rain.
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