My name is Savannah Roberts, and I am twenty-three years of age. I am a college student, a junior at that. Hopefully within a year I will be have established a name for myself as a psychologist. The year is 2004, and it is the fall season, the best season to have here. It was another normal day in Racoon City. The weather was cool, and the wind was giving off a comfortable breeze. I just stepped out of my car looking around the large campus, of Racoon. I propped myself against my car waiting on my best friend Claire Redfield. If I don't wait on her, well, Claire gets a little antsy with me because she always has to tell me everything Chris has done that day just because we are dating. Chris Redfield, older brother of Claire's, ruggedly handsome with the bluest of blue eyes, and a soft, soothing, deep voice that sends chills up and down my body whenever I hear it. He works for a special organization in the military called the BSAA, but I don't exactly know what it is Chris does. As long as he comes home to me at nights, I really don't care what his job is...for now that is. I looked down at my watch noticing that Claire was running a little behind.

"Well, she can get mad at me if she wants, but I am not being late for my classes." I walked into my building where my psychology classes for the day were being held at. I just reached into my pocket to call Claire, but my phone started ringing just as I was grabbing it.

"Hello?" I answered not even looking to who it was calling.

"Sorry I am so late. There was a lot of traffic at the intersection by the house. It seemed like two wrecks had happened right there."

"Well, I am in my class now, Claire, I will call you as soon as I get out of there."

"We still doing lunch today with Chris?"

"Unless he says otherwise."

"Sounds like a plan. See ya later."

"Bye, Claire." I hung up the phone placing it in my bag. I sat down in the one of the front desks with a deep sigh.

My three classes went by so slow that day. I took all my notes, but there was this boding feeling I had deep in my gut. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was there, and it was definitely distracting me. I looked up at the clock in the class, and noticed we had about a minute left. Letting out a heavy sigh I impatiently tapped my pencil silently on the desk. I kept looking around the room for something, but nothing could distract me.

"Ok that's all for today. I will see you all Wednesday. Don't forget about midterms next week, so keep studying everyone." Professor Neil said placing his papers in his briefcase, "Savannah may I speak with you?" All I did was look down to the ground before making my way to the professor.

"Is there something wrong, Sir?"

"You may be able to answer that if you know what's wrong with yourself." I let out a sigh knowing the gut feeling I had was just my mind going into overdrive. With Chris getting ready to be reassigned to another duty somewhere not in Racoon City, and graduation coming up, it all just hit me at once I guess.

"No, just my mind being funny with me is all. Got a lot on my mind, and I guess it's causing it to go else where." I answered him after thinking of what I could say to make sound not crazy. No one would want a paranoid psychologist. It'd be kind of ironic wouldn't you say?

"Don't get too distracted. Could come back and haunt you in your classes. You may go now Savannah." I walked briskly out of the room, ready to rid myself of this place, so I could be with Chris and Claire. I spotted Claire sitting at a table in the main lobby of the building.

"What took you so long?" She stood making her way towards me. I adjusted the strap of my messenger bag on my shoulder looking up at her.

"Professor Neil wanted to speak with me," we began walking out of the building, "I have been distracted all day. My gut just keeps telling me something horrible is going to happen, and I just don't like it. Especially with Chris leaving soon." Claire slung an around my shoulders pulling me closer to her for comfort.

"You know Chris will be just fine. He's a tough boy, and he is a trained professional."

"Still doesn't mean I can't worry." I gave her side glance both of us bursting with laughter, "did he tell you where to meet him at for lunch?"

"Yeah we're just going to the cafe down the road." Claire answered opening her car door, as I did the same. I gave a nod before getting into my car, and cranking up the music hoping it would help get my mind off the horrible feeling I have deep in stomach. Maybe seeing Chris will calm me down a bit. I parked my car next to Claire's in front of the cafe spotting Chris sitting at a table with two extra chairs. I got out of my car and made a bee line straight to him wrapping my arms around him just as he stood from his chair. He placed a kiss atop my head.

"How was your day?" He asked pulling my chair out for me. I let out a sigh before I looked up into those mesmerizing blue eyes.

"It was a day I guess." I shrugged off the fact that seeing Chris wasn't helping at all with that foreboding feeling.

"Thanks for leaving me behind back there," Claire said, "What's up bro." She sat down on the other side of us with a smile.

"What are you grinning about over there, Claire?" Chris quirked brow in question to Claire's odd behavior.

"Oh nothing at all. So, anyways I am going out of town this weekend to visit Aunt Diane." We finished our meals, Chris and I were going back to our apartment, and Claire was going to hers for the night. If I do say so myself, I am rather tired, and would like nothing more than to snuggle up to Chris while lying on the couch watching a movie, and I think that was exactly what I was going to do. All of a sudden the car in front of me ran over a person who ran haphazardly across the road. I slammed on my brakes bracing my head so it wouldn't hit the steering wheel. Chris and I both jumped out of our vehicles running to the scene. I heard an unnatural moaning, and though the person was dying.

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?" the person who hit the guy questioned himself. Just as I approached the man the one lying on the ground flew up and attacked the other man. He starting biting the man's face, and I stood there shocked not knowing what to do. I have never seen anything like this happen before, and before I knew I heard gunshots. I turned to my side seeing Chris with his gun out gunning down the man attacking the other. The attacker advanced towards Chris, and that's when I noticed something wasn't right. The smell of decaying flesh was strong as the thing approached, and not until Chris shot it in the head did it finally stay down. I looked over to Chris with panic full in my eyes.

"What the hell was that, Chris. No way was that human. His flesh was deteriorating!" Chris grabbed me, and walked me to the passenger side of his truck.

"I'm taking you home with me, but before that we are going to get Claire. You will call her now, and I am calling headquarters to report this." I nodded climbing into the seat buckling myself up. I knew this was going to the beginning of the end. Now I know exactly what this foreboding feeling was. You hear about it all the time how nerdy kids who play video games all the time are always talking about the apocalypse. People never pay any mind to those kids who talk about such outrageous. I mean who would ever think of any kind of apocalypse besides the aftermath of a nuclear war? I took Chris's hand in mine watching the scenes of the walking dead eating innocent citizens of Racoon City. It was hard to believe that the apocalypse has actually started. No one would have ever though that these creatures of terror and death were real, and would actually make these kids full of nonsense be right. I am telling you it was all those Resident Evil games that started this stuff, and the House of Dead arcade games. Now they're really walking among us, waiting to strike it's prey for the next meal. Ladies and Gentlemen the Zombie Apocalypse has just begun.