Prologue

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The rain beat down on Raccoon City, it's streets slippery and blood covered. The creatures that had started to take over the city had nearly done just that. Here and there the sounds of people screaming as they are eaten alive are heard.

Marvin Branagh stood in the West Office of the R.P.D, beside him was Elliot Edward, Rita Phillips, David Ford, and Neil Carlsen, his fellow officers of the West Office.

"What's going on?!" Rita cried.

"Monsters! That's what's goin' on!" Neil yelled.

"Calm down," Marvin intervened before panic could ensure. "We all need to stay calm and help the civilians. David, send out a message to take shelter at the Station."

David nodded and left the office.

"Elliot, Start boarding up the windows, Neil, help Elliot."

The two men left, leaving Marvin and Rita alone.

Rita was sitting at her desk, her head buried in her arms. Marvin placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay... Someone will send help."

She looked up at him. "I was going on vacation in two days..." She whispered.

"I know..." Mavin comforted her. "Bad luck..."

Around the R.P.D a voice started echoing.

"Attention all citizens: Due to the citywide outbreak, you are advised to take shelter at the Racoon City police station. Free food and medical supplies will be provided to everyone in need."

A few minutes later, David came back.

"I put it on repeat."

"Good... Now, we need to prepare for the people."

They spread out and worked with the other officers to secure the Police Department from the hoards of undead.

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A few hours later

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"Alright, I know the situation seems dire, but we have to stay calm and wait for rescue." Marvin addressed the crowd of people in the Main Hall.

"How do you expect us to stay calm?! People are eating each other!" yelled an elderly man.

"Panicking won't help either!" Mavin yelled back. "We need to focus on surviving until help arrives."

After his speech, he handed the safety of the civilians to the other officers and made his way to the West Office, exhausted.

Relaxing, he bowed his head and tried to get some sleep.

...

He was awakened by the sound of moaning. Opening his eyes he saw Neil shambling toward him.

"Neil? Are you alright?!" He stood up and reached out to grab Neil's arm. When he did, Neil looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, eyes that were glossed over. Staring into those cold eyes, he hardly took notice of the blood partly leaking for a nasty bite on his neck.

In the next moment, Neil gave out a strange gurgle and lunged toward Marvin. Lunging forward, Neil tried to take a bite out of Marvin's neck.

"Neil!" Marvin pushed him back and aimed his gun at him. "What's gotten into you?!" Backing up, he continued to aim at Neil as he got closer and closer. "Stop or I'll shoot!"

Neil continued to shamble closer and closer, slowly closing the distance between them.

Closing his eyes, Marvin shot next to Neil's head. the moaning form of Neil didn't even flinch.

Panicking, Marvin backed into a locker. Neil lunged forward, grabbing onto Marvin's shirt and bit deep into his side.

Screaming, Marvin kicked him off of him and ran for the Main Hall door. When at the door, it burst open showing the worried faces of his partners.

"What's goin' on?!" David asked, seeing the pale look on Marvin's face. "What's with the shooting?! It's freaking the people out!"

His question was answered by the appearance of Neil slamming against the partly open door.

"What the-?!" Helping Marvin push against the door, David slammed the door on Neil's arm, making a sickening crunching noise. They continued to do this until Neil retracted his arm, and they slammed the door closed.

"Wh-what in 9 circles of Hell just happened?!" David panted.

"I don't know..." Marvin grunted in pain, the wound on his side bleeding profusely. "Neil just showed up and attacked me."

Hearing the man's fearful tone, a woman cried; "See?! I told you they would get in! I told you!"

The handful of civilians that had stayed in the Main Hall started stressing.

"We'll all be eaten alive!"

"Where's John?! He went to the bathroom?! John?!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Nobody's gonna die!" Marvin shouted, a slight grimace of pain bleeding through. "They may have breached a part of the station, but that doesn't mean we can't contain them!"

"Well, you didn't do much good at 'containing' the first few outside!" A rather short man taunted.

"That's enough!" David yelled, glaring at the short man. "What matters right now is that all of you are alive right now. Now, even if they've breached the station, we'll find a way to contain them. Till then, avoid going to the west wing."

It took a few minutes but everyone eventually calmed down and returned to what they had been doing beforehand.

"Hey, let's do something about that wound."

Rita led Marvin to the bench near the Maiden Statue, a testament to the first officers who served in this very police station when it had been converted from an Art Museum.

Putting gauze and what few bandages she had left on the wound she sighed.

"We're running low on supplies already..."

Glancing over at the young woman, he couldn't help but feel guilty; after all, he was the reason she was still in the city instead of heading back to her family out of State. When the first of the zombie-like creatures arrived, he thought it was just some people on hardcore drugs... He needed all the help he could get, so he requested that as many officers as possible stay around till this had blown over... He regretted that decision now...

"It's okay... We'll find some more... somehow..."

...

Outside the Police Station, people not lucky enough to make it to the R.P.D, ran this way and that, being picked off one by one, men, women and children.

The sounds of the restless undead feasting on the flesh of the living almost echoed through the city. It had happened so fast... But now nothing could be done...

This nightmare was only just beginning...