This is a writing style I don't usually write in. I decided to use it only because this story isn't meant to be personal, it is strictly supposed to be action. There's really no character growth here. I couldn't think up a decent reason for why the two main characters have such a high power arsenal, but its better there isn't much explanation. I would rather have them stay two mysterious warriors who's only purpose is to fight together under overwhelming odds.

-                                                       Prologue                                                   -

Raccoon City was in a state of chaos. Its population had been overtaken by a horrible disease that would eventually claim everyone in the city. Those infected were transformed into zombies, devoid of anything but a rabid hunger. The disease had crept in slowly, but its rate skyrocketed as the virus got into highly populated areas. The city's water supply had possibly been infected. Virtually no one was safe was from infection or escape. All exits had been sealed and the city placed under quarantine.

The effort by the overwhelmed police force to stop the growing undead was a disaster. What was once more than three-fourths of the entire police department were killed, as the first and last battle against Raccoon City's former inhabitants left them tattered and torn in the streets. There was no order left, no protection to turn to. The few remaining survivors in the city of flesh eaters were dwindling fast. Only the acceptance of the new brutal reality, brute strength, and sheer willpower would save anyone.

            There were those that still matched that description in the city. A woman by the name of Jill Valentine, for example. Her efforts paled in comparison though to those of two men who were not totally caught off guard by the epidemic that crashed Raccoon City. Both once serving in the same squad as Navy SEALS, they recognized the warning signs of a biological contamination. A strange new illness, reports of attacks on residents and many sick flocking to the hospitals, something seriously wrong and growing worse was apparent. But for reasons only clear to their own understanding, the two soldiers stayed in the city, stockpiled weapons, and lived off bottled water and canned food for the first three weeks of September, 1998.

            Survival quickly became the only thing that mattered after the growing numbers of the undead overtook the city. It was a game to those that could make it out alive, the game of survival and escape. To two men raised on battle and little else, survival became the only life-affirming experience left.

            Somehow accumulating an arsenal and armor to match as the warning signs grew, the two soldiers waited until the chaos of the city quickly ascended to its peak before venturing out. Their mission that they had subconsciously agreed to was to clear a path from the heart of the city to its edge and escape. That they were sure to die in the process did not disturb them. Death was only a result of circumstances. 

It was time to leave.