The sun goes down on the city in what seems like a perfect day; when in fact the imperfections are found within the rubble and decaying corpses strewn across the streets. Car pile-ups as far as the eye can see. Soot fills the air, covering everything in ash from the burning bodies. Screams pierce the sky, ripping holes in the clouds. Scrapping of metal against the ground, the roaring flames burning out of control. Only the thing about the corpses is some of them are moving. Walking, out for the flesh of the humans. The living ones. This, this could be what the Lord's Word meant in his scriptures. Isaiah 26: 19-20: "But your dead will live; their bodies will rise you who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead go, my people, enter your rooms and shut the doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until his wrath has passed by..." This... this reality has become a living nightmare. Every waking moment, if you wake from your slumber, paralyzes and grips you with fear. Will I live till tomorrow? Will I live to see my family outside Raccoon City again? To be to survive, you must stay hidden... away from streets and large open areas. Those would be the worst to get ambushed in. The dead could come at you from any angle and surround you. Death would be the only option then. What you are about to read, these words, display actions and measures I have taken to escape the horror of what used to be my hometown... Raccoon City...