Tom rose from his bed, he hardly ever got a day off and he always made the most of them when they did come along. What was he doing this particular day off? It was 2pm and he was just getting up...
Tom worked for Umbrella, almost everybody in Raccoon City worked for Umbrella... it was a company that pratically owned an entire city. Much like the oil companies own most of the cities in the Middle East and Alaska.
"Debs?!" he called out, his girlfriend was a reporter for the Raccoon City times and always made sure to take the same day off as Tom's rare days off.
"Yeah?" she said poking her head round the bedroom door, she'd only just got up a few moments before Tom had first opened his eyes, neither of them were morning people.
"Just wondering if you were still here," he said smiling. Tom was 26 and had one of the least glamoures jobs in the whole of Umbrella. He worked with the clean-up crew. Work had been slow at first but since about two weeks ago Tom and his team had been called out a lot more to clear up chemical spills... mainly in the sewers. Tom was beginning to hate the month of September.
Deb smiled, he loved Tom no matter how lazy he was. "Come on lumux, let up and we can have breakfast together."
Tom looked up at the clock that hung on the wall at the end of the bed, "You mean Lunch," he said sarcastically.
Deb smiled before disappearing from visibility behind the door once again. The two had been going out for about three years, and they'd finaly gotten their own place together in Feburary. It was only a small apartment, one bedrom, one kitchen/lounge and a bathroom... but it did them alright.
"Hey tom," Deb called. "I'll be there in a minute," Tom said rolling over again closing his eyes.
"No seriously, there's something happening on the news," Debs called.
"You mean the news is reporting something thats happening," Tom yelled back irritably... he hated having his sleep interpted.
He staggered out of bed and into the living room, he rubbed his eyes a couple of times before walking slowly in a trance-like state towards where Debs was purched on the end of the coffee table starring at the news.
"What's up?" he asked scratching his back.
"The... the..." Debs couldn't even get the words out.
Tom looked to the television...
"What the..." Tom's voiced trailed off. He really didn't know what to make of what his eyes were telling him was going on. He'd never seen anything like it outside of the fictional world of movies.
"Yes we've heard startling reports from the outskirts of Raccoon City early this morning that indicate their is somesort of virus transmitted through skin violating contact with an infected person. This virus apparently make all those suffering chronically and uncontrollably insane... to the point that they will attack and attempt to..." the new reporter's voice trailed off from a moment as he found the courage to continue, "Attempt to," he repeated, "Eat all those around them."
Tom looked to his girlfriend, he could see her breaking down and quickly grabbed for the remote control which lay beside Debs on the coffee table. He switched the TV off and held her in his arms.
"What's going on Tom?" Debs asked. She was a reporter... but she could never handle these sorts of situations. anything, even quite minor things, would send her into a small panic.
"I don't know," was the best he could come up with.
Tom held her slightly away from him for a second so he could look into her eyes, "But it'll be alright, got it? I'm never going to let anything happen to you."
He held her close once again kissing her softly on the top of her head.
###Time Passes###
"But I just can't believe what's actually going on... surely it's not real?" Gary said. Soon after seeing the news report Tom had called his longtime school friend and now working colleague Gary and he had rushed strait over.
Tom had left Debs sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, she needed to steadier her nerves a little. If something bad was going to happen having a jittery girlfriend wouldn't make Tom's protection of her very easy.
Tom kept his voice low, they were stood in the bedroom of the small apartment where Tom had taken Gary to speak privately for a moment. "You know the sort of stuff Umbrella is experimenting with up at their labs... you heard what happened at the Spencer mansion. The rumours could be true.."
Gary shook his head, "It's like we're in a computer game or something.. I just can't.." he trailed off.
He didn't really know how tor eact or deal with the situation. Though he was luckier than Tom, he didn't have girlfriend in the city, she was a fasion designer's attache and she'd gone to Paris wit the designer... Tom on the other hand not only had Debs to look after within the city limits but also his aging father who lived almost clear across town, luckily the furthest part of the city away from the area where the reports of the bizarre occurances were coming from.
"Right," Tom said wanting to take charge of the situation and try and cope.
"As Laura is out of town you've got nobody to worry about right?"
Gary paused for a moment waying his life with that of those co-workers that, if the situation different and they'd had longer together, he would have called friend.
He decided to go with survival, "Right."
"I've got Debs and my dad... as you know he lives on the other side of town. I want to head over to there get him and then head strait out of the city."
Gary nodded, "Good plan... even if there isn't something going down, it's better to leave and make-sure.. it's not like we're due at work today."
Tom grunted in agreement and the two headed back into the living room/kitchen where they found Debs brandishing a small firearm....
"Debs... where did you get that?" Tom asked, he was more than a little distresses to see his love holding a firearm.
"It's your isn't it?" she said rather than questioned.
Tom nodded, he'd bought it as soon as he'd begun to hear the rumours about what Umbrella was planning.
"Why do you own a gun Tom?" she asked.
"I..." Tom stalled for a moment, he was unsure if he should tell her the truth about the fact he had heard a rumour about the experiences Umbrella were doing... nothing else but those experiments could have caused something like what Tom had seen on the Television.
"I got it when I started to hear the rumours about Umbrella were doing..." Tom finally decided, he'd rather have Debs angry at him than have to live with the fact he lied to her.
her expression broke slightly and a hysterical tear or two came to her eyes.
"You knew what they were doing?" she said trying to keep her voice and entire demenour as quiet and normal as possible.
"I'd heard rumours from some of the lab guys... we play cards occasionally," Tom said coming towards her slowly, he wanted to get the gun away from her.
Debs backed away and Tom threw his arms slowly into the air in a calmly motion. Debs continued to back up until she felt the table push again her leg. At which point she turned around and placed the gun on the table.
Still keeping calm she moved over to the sofa and sat again.
Tom didn't take his eyes off her as he slowly moved forward to pick up the gun. "Right," he said after he'd successfully gotten the handgun, a nicely crafted custom design Tom had bought from the Kendo Gun Shop on the otherside of Racoon near the police department HQ.
"Debs, Gary... let's go to my dad's... and then."
Tom was interupted, there was a bang at the door.
Tom worked for Umbrella, almost everybody in Raccoon City worked for Umbrella... it was a company that pratically owned an entire city. Much like the oil companies own most of the cities in the Middle East and Alaska.
"Debs?!" he called out, his girlfriend was a reporter for the Raccoon City times and always made sure to take the same day off as Tom's rare days off.
"Yeah?" she said poking her head round the bedroom door, she'd only just got up a few moments before Tom had first opened his eyes, neither of them were morning people.
"Just wondering if you were still here," he said smiling. Tom was 26 and had one of the least glamoures jobs in the whole of Umbrella. He worked with the clean-up crew. Work had been slow at first but since about two weeks ago Tom and his team had been called out a lot more to clear up chemical spills... mainly in the sewers. Tom was beginning to hate the month of September.
Deb smiled, he loved Tom no matter how lazy he was. "Come on lumux, let up and we can have breakfast together."
Tom looked up at the clock that hung on the wall at the end of the bed, "You mean Lunch," he said sarcastically.
Deb smiled before disappearing from visibility behind the door once again. The two had been going out for about three years, and they'd finaly gotten their own place together in Feburary. It was only a small apartment, one bedrom, one kitchen/lounge and a bathroom... but it did them alright.
"Hey tom," Deb called. "I'll be there in a minute," Tom said rolling over again closing his eyes.
"No seriously, there's something happening on the news," Debs called.
"You mean the news is reporting something thats happening," Tom yelled back irritably... he hated having his sleep interpted.
He staggered out of bed and into the living room, he rubbed his eyes a couple of times before walking slowly in a trance-like state towards where Debs was purched on the end of the coffee table starring at the news.
"What's up?" he asked scratching his back.
"The... the..." Debs couldn't even get the words out.
Tom looked to the television...
"What the..." Tom's voiced trailed off. He really didn't know what to make of what his eyes were telling him was going on. He'd never seen anything like it outside of the fictional world of movies.
"Yes we've heard startling reports from the outskirts of Raccoon City early this morning that indicate their is somesort of virus transmitted through skin violating contact with an infected person. This virus apparently make all those suffering chronically and uncontrollably insane... to the point that they will attack and attempt to..." the new reporter's voice trailed off from a moment as he found the courage to continue, "Attempt to," he repeated, "Eat all those around them."
Tom looked to his girlfriend, he could see her breaking down and quickly grabbed for the remote control which lay beside Debs on the coffee table. He switched the TV off and held her in his arms.
"What's going on Tom?" Debs asked. She was a reporter... but she could never handle these sorts of situations. anything, even quite minor things, would send her into a small panic.
"I don't know," was the best he could come up with.
Tom held her slightly away from him for a second so he could look into her eyes, "But it'll be alright, got it? I'm never going to let anything happen to you."
He held her close once again kissing her softly on the top of her head.
###Time Passes###
"But I just can't believe what's actually going on... surely it's not real?" Gary said. Soon after seeing the news report Tom had called his longtime school friend and now working colleague Gary and he had rushed strait over.
Tom had left Debs sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, she needed to steadier her nerves a little. If something bad was going to happen having a jittery girlfriend wouldn't make Tom's protection of her very easy.
Tom kept his voice low, they were stood in the bedroom of the small apartment where Tom had taken Gary to speak privately for a moment. "You know the sort of stuff Umbrella is experimenting with up at their labs... you heard what happened at the Spencer mansion. The rumours could be true.."
Gary shook his head, "It's like we're in a computer game or something.. I just can't.." he trailed off.
He didn't really know how tor eact or deal with the situation. Though he was luckier than Tom, he didn't have girlfriend in the city, she was a fasion designer's attache and she'd gone to Paris wit the designer... Tom on the other hand not only had Debs to look after within the city limits but also his aging father who lived almost clear across town, luckily the furthest part of the city away from the area where the reports of the bizarre occurances were coming from.
"Right," Tom said wanting to take charge of the situation and try and cope.
"As Laura is out of town you've got nobody to worry about right?"
Gary paused for a moment waying his life with that of those co-workers that, if the situation different and they'd had longer together, he would have called friend.
He decided to go with survival, "Right."
"I've got Debs and my dad... as you know he lives on the other side of town. I want to head over to there get him and then head strait out of the city."
Gary nodded, "Good plan... even if there isn't something going down, it's better to leave and make-sure.. it's not like we're due at work today."
Tom grunted in agreement and the two headed back into the living room/kitchen where they found Debs brandishing a small firearm....
"Debs... where did you get that?" Tom asked, he was more than a little distresses to see his love holding a firearm.
"It's your isn't it?" she said rather than questioned.
Tom nodded, he'd bought it as soon as he'd begun to hear the rumours about what Umbrella was planning.
"Why do you own a gun Tom?" she asked.
"I..." Tom stalled for a moment, he was unsure if he should tell her the truth about the fact he had heard a rumour about the experiences Umbrella were doing... nothing else but those experiments could have caused something like what Tom had seen on the Television.
"I got it when I started to hear the rumours about Umbrella were doing..." Tom finally decided, he'd rather have Debs angry at him than have to live with the fact he lied to her.
her expression broke slightly and a hysterical tear or two came to her eyes.
"You knew what they were doing?" she said trying to keep her voice and entire demenour as quiet and normal as possible.
"I'd heard rumours from some of the lab guys... we play cards occasionally," Tom said coming towards her slowly, he wanted to get the gun away from her.
Debs backed away and Tom threw his arms slowly into the air in a calmly motion. Debs continued to back up until she felt the table push again her leg. At which point she turned around and placed the gun on the table.
Still keeping calm she moved over to the sofa and sat again.
Tom didn't take his eyes off her as he slowly moved forward to pick up the gun. "Right," he said after he'd successfully gotten the handgun, a nicely crafted custom design Tom had bought from the Kendo Gun Shop on the otherside of Racoon near the police department HQ.
"Debs, Gary... let's go to my dad's... and then."
Tom was interupted, there was a bang at the door.