RESIDENT EVIL 2 : ANOTHER DAY

Prologue

September 24, 1998

Kyle sat in the leather chair by the window of the Raccoon apartments. It was raining out, clouds stood still in the sky. Two months since his wife left him after she thought he went mad with the story of Teri City. He was smart enough to not tell any others, and moved to Raccoon. He kept in touch with Stephan, Tom, and Sandy after the incident. Tom and Sandy had lived two apartments away for a month and then they were evicted. They now lived with Kyle. Stephan had went back home to Ukraine for a month and would be back on September 28th. Tom and Sandy got engaged two days prior to moving in with Kyle. Kyle had torn himself apart after his wife left him, and now was contemplating suicide. He had a succulent view of the clock tower. Where he first met Becky. He had a "Date" with her tonight, and if he liked her, he would try to forget all about his Ex-wife and try to make things right again. He heard the door open and Tom walked in. He had a bullet wound in his left arm, and blood soaked his clothes.

""Kyle…"Tom said weakly, and passed out onto the bed. Kyle ran over to him. His whole left side was soaked with blood. Kyle took out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"I need an ambulance!" Kyle almost yelled into the phone.

"Sir, calm down." Said a familiar woman's voice.

Kyle calmed down,

"Ma'am, A man has been shot and he passed out. He's in apartment 103. I need help."

"Sir, what happened?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Kyle screamed at her.

Sandy walked in the door with a Colt .45 magnum in her hand, and her hand had some blood on it. She had tears in her eyes as she saw Tom's bloody body

"Kyle, it's not what you think." Sandy said, and Kyle dropped the phone.

"Oh my God, Sandy, do you know what happened to him?"

"No. A man out there just dropped the gun and ran away. I didn't get any glance at him."

There was a small silence

"Damn." Kyle said, punching the wall. Sirens were heard in the distance. They would never believe her.

News reporters and police rushed to apartment 103. Kyle comforted Sandy as they asked questions about Tom. They decided to only answer to the police, and told nothing to the paparazzi. Sandy cried as Tom was pulled away on a stretcher. He was starting to awake as the stretcher pulled him out of the apartment and into the ambulance. The police asked Kyle what had happened, and Kyle told them that he didn't know, and that Sandy knew the most and all she knows is that a man shot him. The police had told the reporters to leave, but few listened. Kyle yelled to them to leave and go away.

By five P.M., the police were done asking questions and took the gun for prints. Kyle and Sandy were relieved they were alone. They were going to go visit Tom, as soon as they were done resting.

"Okay, I'm ready," Sandy said to Kyle fifteen minutes later, and Kyle sighed.

"Let's go then," Kyle said to her, sighing.

The car was a small Ford, with garbage everywhere inside. The engine was weak and was only good to get to point B from point A.

A man in dark clothing with sunglasses sat, supervising his mining operation miles away, in a secret facility. They had escaped because of that kid, and now that kid was being experimented on by Birkin's first success, the G-Virus. PROJECT: Moros. The other survivors would have to face this monstrosity. Death would behold Raccoon in just a few days. Hell. The man let out a demented laugh. A laugh held by only one person. Albert Wesker.