Ada Wong watched the villagers go about their daily business. They looked so innocent, feeding chickens, scooping hay, yet she knew the instant they saw her what would happen. They'd reach for their knives, call for their brothers and sisters, and turn those pitchforks against her.
It wasn't the their faults, not really. It was their Plagas, disgusting little parasites within them that make them do what they do, and that wasn't going to make Ada's mission any easier. Her employer had sent her to retrieve a sample of the master plaga, the one controlling them all. She had to assume that the whole countryside was infected, meaning that there was a whole army of mind-controlled maniacs between her and her goal.
She looked at the village before her, and knew she had to start somewhere...
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