AN: I started writing this a LONG LONG time ago. I think the this page, was actually written before RE3 came out. And I didn't start doing the main story until after that game, but it was before all the other games. And movies, in fact Scott (You'll meet him in the next part) was originally called Matt and I had to change it after the movie came out.
Then the story died. Which is a same because I'm attached to the characters.
And then I fell out of the fandom a bit, but I'm being dragged back into it.
And so this is me trying to resurrect my story.
I hope you like it.
8/9/98
Hi Jason
Lorna here, can't wait until I see your place, But I've been reading the news papers. You still want me to come down there? Remember if something happens to me I'll hold you personally responsible. (Just kidding.) Anyway I really can't thank you enough for getting me a job. If it wasn't for you I'll be dragged kicking and screaming to Australia with my parents, Oh yeah we got a letter from your parents a couple of days ago I'll bring it up with me. Phone me okay, you should remember the number.
Love you.
Lorna Web.
Resident Evil: Raccoon Streets
Reisdent Evil belongs to Capcom not me, please don't sue, your getting my money anyway
September 27th
The girl backed away from the dog desperate to run but her legs had turned to jelly. She felt cold bricks against her back. The dog was a sickening sight. At one time it had been a sheep dog, but now its white fur was matted and stained blood red. Its left eye was rolled up into the socket and swollen so that it bugged out of the dog's face, which was skinless with bare muscle and blood vessels showing. Yet somehow it walked, it barked, it ran, it killed. Its pack had run down a full police squadron. The first five dogs had been shot, but it takes a lot of bullets to kill something already dead and the cops had run out. They were helpless against this last mutt.
The beast growled its bloody fangs glinted in the streetlights. The girl suddenly realised what she was standing on. A manhole, salvation. She dropped to her knees and tried to yank the lid up. It rose a millimetre, two millimetres, and three… the dog lunged landing on the lid slamming the manhole cover shut once more. The girl fell backwards and began to crawl back out of the ally tears had started to stream down her face.
The dog was still stood on the manhole cover as it began to rattle, the daemon jumped as the cover was flipped in to the air like a penny. And a hugespider squeezed and forced its head and forelimbs up. One leg hooked around the dog and pulled it towards the spiders waiting fangs.
Acid venom drooled from those fangs, and the wound they had created in the dog's flank. Amazingly as the venom coursed though its bloodstream the dog managed a puppy-like yelp.
The spider was now trying to pull the rest of itself up from the sewer despite a puddle of its own green goo-like blood forming around it. The girl didn't hang around to see if it succeeded in its liberation, she had finally found her feet and was running as fast as she could out of what was left of her new home.
She prayed that she could make it out of Racoon City-
And that she would still be human when she done so.