Somebody keeps stealing Will’s lunch out of the fridge. He tries writing his name on it, hiding it, but it doesn’t matter; every day his lunch is stolen.
One day he packs his lunchbox with a ham sandwich made with love, and a motion sensor.
Almost lunchtime, William receives a notification in the lab that the motion sensor has been triggered.
“Hey, you should call security and tell them to head to the breakroom,” he says to Wesker through a mouthful of granola bar.
“Why is that?”
“Somebody’s eating a sandwich that was seasoned with a T-virus sample. I don’t know who would do such a thing.”
