The alarm blared in my ear. I rolled over, slamming the snooze button. Wiping sleep away I squinted at the clock. The red blur of the numbers looked like it read 7:00 AM. I sat up slowly and tried to clear my head. Damn, I hated getting up this early, I muttered to myself as I swung my legs out of bed. My bare feet met cold wood and I jerked my leg back from the freezing abyss that was my floor. I wasn't quite used to this new apartment yet, my old bedroom had carpet.
I felt around with my feet and finally found my houseshoes. Stuffing my feet into them, I stood up and looked around the apartment, still somewhat dark. My prized english longsword hung on the wall, glinting razor sharp in the faint daylight. Next to it, a shelf with some action figures from a popular video game I enjoyed playing in my free time.
No time to play this morning, I thought to myself as I willed myself to move. I climbed into the shower and turned the water on. It hit my skin and made me wince - too hot. After turning it down a bit to a more comfortable temperature, I began the process of cleaning up.
After I had finished rinsing myself, I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. There was a faint fog in the room keeping me from seeing anything. I opened the door and allowed the cool air from the bedroom to hit my skin. After the fog had cleared, I used a corner of my towel to wipe the mirror. There I saw my reflection. My sleepy, blue eyes stared back at me, my light facial hair was getting too long, I looked like a hobo. My dark brown hair went down and passed my shoulders. I really needed a haircut and a shave. The face staring back at me looked nothing like me, too blury. Then it hit me.
"Fuck." I muttered to myself as I trudged back into the bedroom, still wraped in a towel, dripping water on the floor. I reached over by the nightstand and picked up my glasses. Affixing them to my face, the world came back into focus. I went back into the bathroom and continued to get ready for work.
I sat in the bumper to bumper traffic listening to the local news station, my 90's model Camaro thumping underneath me, sounding like a beast ready to charge. Too bad there wasn't any room to punch it, too many damn cars. Something on the news station caught my ear, and I turned it up.
"There have been reported attacks in Raccoon City of people being bitten by what appears to be large, wild dogs. Several people have also been reported missing and later found dead in the woods surrounding the city. If you have any information regarding these missing people, please contact the Raccoon City Police Department at..."
That was enough for me, I clicked the radio over to a classic rock station. Just as the next song started to play, the traffic moved and I was able to start getting up to speed. After hitting the speed limit of 70, I pushed it about five miles over and locked in the cruise control. I passed a sign saying "You are now leaving Raccoon City. Have a great day!" and in the background of my car, I heard "Paradise City" on the radio. Hah. Paradise my ass.
After taking the drive to work, I ended up in a small town about 20 minutes away from Raccoon City. I worked for a small office filling perscriptions for the pharmacutical giant Umbrella Corporation, who was based out of Raccoon City. Occasionaly, I had to run drugs to customers that were elderly or disabled. Not the best job in the world, but it paid the bills.
This was one of those days. My boss stopped me in the hall as soon as I got in. "Jake. I need you to take this perscription over to Mr. Welch's. It'll be a quick in, quick out - he's already paid for it. Just make sure you hand it to him personally." I nodded, took the drugs, turned on my heel and left.
I pulled up in Mr. Welch's driveway. He was an older man, in his mid 70's. Sharp as a tack though, I had seen him in the office before. They had misrang his order and he went so far as to pull out a pen and notepad and go over it with the poor lady. He was smart, no doubt. Only reason he couldn't come get his own perscritption is becuase hes in wheelchair, poor guy.
I knocked on the door. Once, twice, and... the door swung ajar. It wasn't even closed all the way. I pushed it open and stuck my head in. "Mr. Welch, its Jake. I'm here to drop off your perscription. Mr. Welch?" I pushed the door open and continued inside, hoping he wouldn't mind the intrusion. I heard moaning from the back room, and I started that direction.
I got to the door and it was closed, sounded like the moans were coming from behind here. I grabbed the knob and slowly turned it. My heart was in my throat, I could feel it pounding in my head. Just as I was about to push, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I jumped about three feet in the air and nearly shit myself, I spun and my eyes were met with a pair of beautiful green eyes, belonging to what I assumed was Mr. Welch's daughter.
"Don't." she warned me. "Why not?" I asked as I looked her over. Blonde hair, about shoulder length tied up in a ponytail, with sharp green eyes. Beautiful woman, if I ever saw one. Not my type though. Didn't care for blondes. "Hes in alot of pain." she stated flatly, as the moans continued from behind the door. "What happened to him?" I asked as I handed the medicine over to her. "He went missing in the woods then came back with this huge chunk taken out of his shoulder. He passed out and when he came to, he was moaning and screaming." she replied, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Can I see him... please?" I pleaded with her. She looked me over and nodded. She opened the door for me and I stepped in. Mr. Welch greeted me with a snarl and a lunge. If not for the straps keeping him tied to the bed, he would have been on me in a heartbeat. I locked eyes with him. They were a milky white. Lifeless. Terrifying. The moans intinsified when I entered the room. He thrashed against his restraints, trying to get at me. His mouth kept opening and slamming shut, his teeth clacking together and saliva flying from his mouth. "What the FUCK?!" I exclaimed as I covered my mouth with my hand. Mr. Welch's daughter burst into tears.
I quickly backed from the room and slammed the door. "Hes not HUMAN!" I yelled in shock. Mr. Welch's daughter kept crying. She sank to the floor, sobbing. I picked up the phone to call the local authorities. "NO!" she screamed and jerked the phone away from me. "Please dont! They'll take him away! I can't live without my daddy!" she yelled, crying even harder. I let her have the phone, and I sprinted to my car. I hopped in, threw it in reverse, made it out to the road and punched it.
As the car thundered down the road, I tried to process what had just happened, and relised I had no explanation for it. I pushed the car upwards of 90 and tried to forget what I had just saw.