All the phone lines are dead. So are the radios and the cellular phones. Everything, everyone, gone, snuffed out, in seconds. Only faint memories of human civilization and static remain.
Static... Yes... Static.
How ironic, speech, human syllables, voices, are all replaced by static from the lone tv, or the white noise from the radio...
Yes. My friends, my neighbors, they're all twisted and marred into something just beyond horrible. Death is my only companion in this hellhole.
Don't bother dying. You'll end up like them, unfortunate souls doomed to walk the earth. They, the living death, the plague of mankind, have entered the human world with a bang. They've come, and by the looks of things, they're staying...
This is John Steward. Welcome to Raccoon City.
---Last Words of John Jason Steward, Raccoon Daily---