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Chapter 1: A City Plunged into Madness

I'll never understand why my mother wanted me to go to medical school. I was dead set on finding a job as soon as I finished high school. I guess she just wanted me to keep myself occupied, get a good education and keep myself out of trouble. I'm very outspoken you see. I have my opinions and I will speak of them no matter what. I always stand up for people and what I believe in too, its just how I was raised.

I live in Raccoon City, it was small and located near the Arklay Mountains in the midwest of the United States. For a good portion of my life, I was raised by my father. He was a stay at home dad while my mother worked countless hours. My Mom worked out of the city, in the next town as a chef in one of the bigger restaurants. She decided to buy another apartment in the town to stay in for work since Raccoon City was hours away from there. She hardly had the time to be home but I always had my Dad. I'm just like him: outspoken, short-tempered and a fighter. A lot of my family didn't appreciate how he raised me but he didn't care. He wasn't strict with me but he made sure that I knew my limits. I was Daddy's little girl.

Unfortunately, he passed away 3 years ago from heart failure. As he got older, a lot of health problems started to occur, mainly to do with his heart. I was 15 at the time of his death, Mom was forced to take a few weeks away from work to make sure I was coping. It destroyed me, I refused to leave our apartment for months. But Mom was there for once in my life, seemed like her motherly instincts kicked in.

I built myself back up again thankfully. I went back to high school, finished with decent grades and now I'm in medical school, training to become a junior nurse. It was my first year, my first month.

And then I noticed my thoughts have distracted me once again. I heard the professor's voice fade back in, "...and that will be it for the thesis. Any questions?" her annoyingly high pitched voice made me grit my teeth a little. Her dark eyes scanned each one of us from under her rectangular glasses that sat on the edge of her nose.

No one made a sound, I think everyone was eager to get out and go home. I cursed myself for no paying attention again. I'd just have to scrounge them off of someone else, most likely the shy girl since I'm literally the only one who actually talks to her.

Since no one spoke up, the professor click clacked in her heels towards her desk and dismissed everyone. As usual, the boys bolted for the door immediately and left followed by us girls.

"See you later, Tessa..." I heard the other girls say to me and wave goodbye. I just gave a quick nod and smiled. We didn't really know each other but we were polite enough to greet and say goodbye. I wouldn't really want to be friends with them anyway, most of them seemed stuck up. But that's my brash opinions, and opinions like that are best kept to myself.

Teresa was my actual name, Teresa Martha Greene but I made sure everyone called me Tessa. I hated my name ever since I was little so I introduced myself as Tessa since the age of 10. My middle name was from my mother, she wanted to have her name at least in mine. I didn't mind it, it was better than being called TERESA!

As I stepped out of the campus, I looked up at the surrounding buildings standing tall, other students chatted away as they exited and entered the school entrance. I inhaled a deep breath of fresh air as my gaze fell down onto a familiar face just outside the gates. Looking back at me with his trademark goofy grin was my best friend, Harry. He stuck by me for 8 long ass years, we fought but we would never turn our backs on each other. He became someone I could lean upon.

When my father died, I pushed Harry away a lot. I alienated myself from him but he didn't give up on me. I owed him so much but I never knew how I could repay him. I stared back at him, that goofy grin widening. His brown curly locks almost looking like some kind of short afro on his head and wearing that stupid, black hoodie that he always refused to take off. We could be in the middle of a heatwave and he would wear that stupid thing. But it was him, and I wouldn't change that for the world.

I started to walk out of the campus grounds, his eyes never left me. As I approached, I could see that he was already sweating from the heat of that hoodie, it trickled down the sides of his nose. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him in which he laughed in return.

"One day you're gonna give yourself a heat stroke." I said to him with a chuckle.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Can't help the fact that I'm just so hot," he joked. I tutted at him. He would always try and make flirtatious jokes, it was his thing. We were very comfortable with each other at this point so it wasn't awkward at all.

"Your Mom's coming home soon, isn't she?" he asked me and then we began walking towards his old, beaten up muscle car that he took pride and joy in. It was like his baby, he loved it to pieces.

I shrugged back at him, "Not sure. She wants me to call her when I get home," then an idea pops into my head, "Hey, do you wanna come round tonight? I've got leftover pizza I ordered last night." I suggested as I nudged him lightly with my elbow.

Harry shook his head, "Can't. I've gotta pick Aubrey up from school. Patrick's busy at the gas station and my Mom's not feeling too great."

Patrick was Harry's stepfather, he and his mother have been married for nine years now. They didn't have much contact with Harry's biological father who walked out of them when he was a baby. His Mom did her best to raise him and I saluted her for it. Every now and then, his father would call to say hi but Harry was never interested. He was angry at him and to be honest I didn't blame him either.

Then there's Aubrey. Cute, sweet little Aubrey. She was Harry's half-sister, she was 11 years younger than the both of us, only being 7-years-old and in elementary school. She looked nothing like Harry, instead her hair was sort of a mousy brown color and was wavy. Unlike Harry's dark brown eyes, she had big, beautiful blue eyes. She was an amazing little girl, incredibly smart and sneaky when she wanted to be. I adored her, I always wanted a little sibling of my own but now that'll never happen. I'm stuck as an only child.

"What's wrong?"

"You heard the reports about the cannibalism right? A couple of weirdos in the city have attacked people on the streets, attempting to bite them and shit." I nodded my head as I listened, "Well my Mom went out for a meal with Patrick late last night. They ran into one of those weirdos and he bit her shoulder."

"Jeez, is she alright?" I asked him with concern. His Mom was an amazing lady, Marisa her name was, she was always accepting me into her home and treating me like her own too. She worked as a baker, and she was an amazing one at that too.

Harry frowned at me, he was clearly concerned about her, "Patrick beat the shit outta the guy. He was insane! Every punch and kick Patrick threw, he just kept getting back up. Mom said the guy was making some kind of weird groaning noise. She just thought he was some kind of drunk..."

There had been all kinds of reports. Not too long ago, there were incidents happening in the forest surrounding the city, "animals" were attacking hikers and people travelling through the forest for camping and killing them. Now that it was in the city, it all seemed a bit too shady for me.

"Anyway, they got home last night and she cleaned up the wound. Was a pretty nasty bite, she patched it up though and just went to bed. This morning she said she wasn't feeling so great, she had a fever and kept itching her arms. Patrick let me the gas station so I could get Aubrey and take her home."

"Bring her over too, you don't have to rush back do you?" Harry shook his head and my smile grew across my face, "Well there ya' go. Let's go get her."

As we reached his car, he opened up the passenger side door. "Mi'lady." he said with a faux British accent and bowed.

"You're such a dickhead." I laughed at him before taking a seat in his car. He shut the door, the car racketed as he did and I couldn't help but grin. We set off to the Raccoon Elementary nearby, as we drove through the first block of buildings, something quickly caught my eye.

I spotted someone far up into an alley, kneeling over on the floor. I could see some kind of red substance pooling in front of him, his clothes were dirty and slightly ripped. As we drove on, I attempted to keep the image from my head but something wasn't right... something was going on.

A Few Hours Later...

The sound of a woman screaming awoke me. I looked around, alarmed and frantic to find the source, breathing heavily like I had been running for miles. I squinted my eyes through the darkness, I could make out that I was home and I was sleeping on one of the couches. The TV must have shut off by the automatic timer. The screaming stopped.

Then I looked across to the other couch, seeing two silhouettes through the darkness. "Harry?" I whispered out to him and I heard a sleepy moan in return. I sighed with relief.

I reached over behind me and switched the light on, the lamp illuminated the room immediately. On the table was the pizza box we ate from, a half eaten slice of pizza was left there that Aubrey couldn't eat. I looked up to see Harry asleep on the other couch with Aubrey laying on top him too. They both looked peaceful.

Heavy sleepers, I thought to myself. I reached over for the phone on the table and messed about with the buttons. We all fell asleep before I could call Mom and since I left the phone off it's base, I wouldn't have heard any of her calls. I saw multiple voicemails left on the phone. I rolled my eyes and mentally prepared to be screamed at as I started up the first voicemail. But she wasn't angry, she wasn't her usual sarcastic self when it came to me pissing her off, she sounded distressed and worried.

"Teresa baby? If you get this please call me. There's something wrong in the city, it's all over the news. If you hear this, PLEASE call me!"

My eyes widened and I played the next message.

"Teresa, you need to get to the police station or get out of the city. Whatever you do, do NOT approach people, they're dangerous!"

The rest of the messages were here repeating herself over and over, praying that I was still alive for some reason. I shot up from the couch and grabbed the controls for the TV. I switched it on, skipping the channels to the news where a male reporter was stood outside the Raccoon City Hospital, microphone in hand and reporting in a panic.

"Over the last few weeks, the police have had many reports of cannibalism happening within the city. People attacking one another and attempting to 'eat' each other on the streets. But tonight, it seems the cannibalism rate has risen,"

I shook Harry's arm, "Wake up, Harry! There's something wrong."

Harry stirred and cursed at me before opening his eyes. He looked up at me with a frown but then looked at the TV when I pointed to it. His eyes widened as he read the text on the screen and we both listened in to the report.

"This is more than just cannibalism. Ladies and gentlemen, this is an outbreak! Stay away from these people! Lock up your homes, hide and keep away!" and suddenly the camera shook. The camera drops and pans over to the reporter as he drops the microphone and makes a run for it, screaming.

Blood splatters over the camera as a corpse drops to the floor. The cameraman had been attacked and there was a chunk of flesh and muscle missing from his neck, blood pooled around him and his attacker was now on top of him, eating away at his skin. We see the reporter grabbed and dragged to the floor by multiple people and they start to consume him too. The camera cuts, possibly broken from the fall and the channel goes dead. The cannibals didn't even look human. Their pupils were pure white, pieces of their skin were missing and their teeth were covered in blood. They looked... dead.

"Oh shit! Aubrey, get up!" Harry cried as she sat up, Aubrey rolled off of him but she sat up and looked up at her brother with confusion.

"What's wrong? Where's Mommy?" Aubrey's tired voice was sweet as always, she rubbed at her eyes. I sat down at the other end of the couch and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

Harry pulled out his cellphone, he had around 40 missed calls from Patrick, Harry cursed again as he started up the only voicemail that was left. I covered Aubrey's ears with my hands and Harry and I listened to the message.

Patrick's was shouting but we could hear a light groaning in the background with some kind of thudding sound, "Oh God, Harry, something's happenin' with this fuckin' city! Your mother's gone crazy, I tell ya'! That fucker that bit her had rabies or somethin', your Mom's tryin' to bite me now! Don't come home, Harry. Don't bring Aubrey home! Keep her safe, please!" we heard something smash and then a crunching sound, Patrick yelled out, like he was in pain.

"Get out of the city, or find rescue! Just don't come back here!" Loud crashing, followed by silence and a beep.

Harry stared at the phone, eyes wide and mouth agape, I watched him. "M-My Mom.. she's... one of those things, right?"

I didn't want to say anything, I couldn't find the words. I swallowed hard and we gazed at each other, visibly scared now. I nodded and the reality hit him. He collapsed onto the couch, dropping the phone and bursting into tears. Aubrey huddled up to him to give him comfort, she didn't understand but she wanted to make sure he was okay. I didn't move. I just breathed heavily, I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. I placed my hand over my neck in the exact same spot the camera man was bitten.

I looked up at the window which was covered by the curtains. Whatever was happening now, we were stuck in the middle of it. How were we going to survive? Where were the police? The military? The fucking army? Why weren't they here, blasting every one of this cannibal freaks and saving people?

Zombies. They weren't people anymore, they were zombies. This was a zombie apocalypse, and there was no chance of survival for us...

Oof. I enjoyed writing this, chapters maybe be rewritten in the future depending on how I feel about them. I won't change the story, just how it's all written maybe. But I hope you guys have enjoyed this first chapter. I've based the characters around people I know IRL, and I thought it would be cool to do.

I changed the names obviously. But yes, R&R and enjoy!

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