Alright. This idea and the actual story were all conceived in about fifteen minutes. So if it seems rushed that's because it was. Anyways, onto the legal stuff. I own nothing in this fic except the unnamed guy I made up. All things from Resident Evil, Resident Evil 2, and Resident Evil 3: Nemesis belong to Capcom.
"Heh, never thought buying this recorder would be a smart choice. Well, her goes. My name is…you know what? It's not important. My name doesn't matter. I wasn't anyone important. I have nothing to confess. I was just a normal cop for the Raccoon City Police Department."
He shifted against the wall and cleared his throat. "Now what I also am, is a victim of whatever's happening here in Raccoon City." He sucked in air hard. "And you've probably noticed by now that I'm breathing odd. Well, I was attacked but I'll get to that in a sec. First things first, as they say.
"Now here in Raccoon City, there's a problem. A big problem. A while ago, there were some grisly murders throughout the town. I can't remember the date. My memory's sketchy on the date. Actually, it's sketchy on a lot of things at the moment. Anyway, these were real bad murders. Reminiscent of the Arkalay Mountains ones. Mauling, chewing, and other unpleasant things done to the victim."
He cleared his throat. "Then the reports just stopped. I don't know why or what happened. I wasn't on the police team so I don't know if they told the press to quiet down or what. Then…things got interesting. The paper started carrying headlines like "The Dead Walk" and lots of people started disappearing. Then the calls reporting missing people just stopped. Any idiot could determine something was up."
He paused again. "At this point there was some talk of Umbrella having something to do with this. Most of us ignored it. I mean come on, they just came out of that ugly scandal with the S.T.A.R.S. team, so why implicate them again? It made no sense at the time, now I'm kinda wondering though if Chris and them were right…"
"But I digress, at this point it really doesn't matter who was responsible. Raccoon City is in chaos. Fire's everywhere, the streets are covered with wreckage, and those people…I suppose I may as well tell you how I got attacked now. It was…earlier. My memory escapes me as to when it was. I stepped outside my apartment and felt something sharp sink into my shoulder. Some stupid son of a bitch bit me. Deep. I shoved him off and went back inside. But I think I'm screwed. The bite was deep. And with the symptoms I'm having, I think he was carrying something."
He coughed again, a wet hacking cough. "My memory's sketchy. My feels like I'm on fire. It itches everywhere. I want sleep so bad. But I can't sleep. Not till this is done. No sleep yet."
"I haven't looked at my window in a while. When I do I see interesting things. A while back I saw this woman in a red dress. She looked determined to get somewhere. I hope she go there. Then I saw...it. This thing…gigantic. Dressed in a black coat, stalking a man in an orange vest. I don't know what the hell it was. I only hope he got away. I also saw Jill from the RPD, I wanted to call out to her, but I didn't. I don't want anything to know where I am at this point."
He inhaled again, sucking in as much air as possible. "I only hope that poor bastard we got added to the force, Kennedy was it? I can only hope he got delayed and can't come here. Poor son of a bitch probably won't realize how fucking lucky that would be. Unless he's already here. And…that's all I have to say. It itches so fucking bad. I want to just claw myself till it stops. But I think I'll sleep it off."
He closed his eyes and began to snore. After some time, his breathing stopped. His eyes rolled open and he got to his feet. Without a sound or anything he began shuffling towards the exit to join the hell outside.
So that's it. R/R please?