I know you guys want to get into the story, so I'll be quick.
My name is Jeremiah, I'm 21 years old, and I'm your average, everyday college student. Well, except for one thing.
You see, my family is kind of strange. My dad runs Raccoon City's biggest crime syndicate, The Legion. My mom's his second, and his best assassin. My sister, Jericho, is obsessed with the supernatural. And me? I'm just the only normal one in this entire fucking family. Except for, you know, a mild apathy towards human life, but I'm still the most normal person here.
But you're not here to listen to me complain about my family, you're here because of the recent Zombie Apocalypse in Raccoon City. So, let's talk about that.
So, remember how I mentioned my sister's obsession with the supernatural? Not gonna lie, she's the only reason I'm even alive right now. So, the day started out normal enough. We'd been getting whispers of people coming back to life, all weird and zombie-fied, but we all just assumed it was just that: whispers and rumors. Eventually, that's what got my parents killed. More and more people started coming back zombie-fied. Jericho and I ended up in one of the Legion safe houses. We'd been more prepared, more suited to the chaos. And then, we heard the announcement:
"Attention all citizens: Due to the citywide outbreak, you are advised to take shelter at the Raccoon City Police Station. Free food and medical supplies will be provided to everyone in need."
That announcement would be one that changed my life forever. No longer was this just some weird, strange occurrences. This was real. This was really the zombie apocalypse. Jericho made the decision to go to the police station, as we couldn't stay in the safe house forever. So we moved on that night. It took us a while to get ourselves in the right direction. We didn't know the city like the back of our hands like our parents did. Eventually we made our way to the gates of RCPD. And that was where I lost her. Something attacked her. I didn't know it at the time, but it was a licker. It had no skin, no blood. It was horrifying. It moved faster and hit stronger than anything I'd ever encountered. By the time I'd even raised my gun, my sister was gone. I didn't bother mourning, at the time. In my mind, I knew that I had to get inside, and away from the monsters. So I did. I ran and I ran, all the way up to the doors and through them. Inside, I found the place filled with officers and a few other people.
One of the officers aimed his gun towards me, shouting and spitting. In the back of my mind I registered that I was a known member of the Legion, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Another officer- Elliot, I think his name was- told the other to stand down. The conversation got fuzzy, just like the rest of the world, and I collapsed in a dead faint a few moments later.
When I woke up again, I was lying in an army cot, my hands handcuffed to the edges of the cot. I gathered from my surroundings that nobody here really trusted me, but that was to be expected. I've never done any killing or torture or any of that, but my parents had been in and out of jail, so the officers knew exactly who I was. I was kept on that bed for a week, no one trusting me enough to let me go. I knew that I probably could have gotten out any time I wanted, but, I figured that if they didn't want me to help them, then there wouldn't be a point. At least they gave me food and water.
But after a week, one starts to get antsy. Luckily, before I could do anything to get myself killed, my entertainment arrived in the form of the wonderful Leon S. Kennedy.
