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CHAPTER 1: Just a Normal Day

I chewed the end of my pen as I concentrated on the paper before me. A slight frown marred my features as I stared at my English essay. Great, another essay about Shakespeare. I sighed as I clutched my pen and scribbled more notes that are most probably non sense. Don't get me wrong, I usually love English. It's my favourite subject. But today I'm not just feeling a hundred percent. There's something I don't feel quite right about nowadays. Maybe it's the lunch I ate today.

"Alright, class. Time's up. Please stop writing and drop your pens down." Mrs. Cavel called up from the front of the class.

Hushed whispers and groans erupted from the class. We're all glad the test is over. I scanned my work once again to make sure I've answered all the compulsory questions then I put them accordingly.

"Hand your papers in once I come over to your desk to collect them. Once I've done so, you are dismissed" Mrs Cavel said as she went around the rows of desks gathering test papers. A mixture of sighs of relief and groans of dread chorused as one by one each student piled out of the classroom. Mrs Cavel stopped by my desk and picked up my paper. "And I expect you to get the top grade again, Miss Wu" she said with a smile.

I merely gave a slight nod upon acknowledgement. I usually do well in this subject, but somehow I have a feeling that I didn't do my best today. I gathered my things and headed out of the door once my papers were collected. I quickly made my way to my locker, turned in the combination for the lock and dumped my books inside. I quickly grabbed my History textbook and a notebook and slipped them inside my backpack. I've got another history test coming up. I sighed once again as I made sure I've got everything I need then closed my locker door shut and proceeded towards the double doors of Racoon Junior High school. Just another normal day.

My name is Ann Wu and I'm 15 years old. I'm Amerasian; I was born here in the States however I have Chinese descent. Both my parents came from China and they shortly had me after moving here. I had lived all my life here in Racoon City. I'm pretty much your average teen. I love writing stories and poems for our newsletter. I like to chat on my computer. I love reading in a quiet afternoon. I like to hang out in the mall with my friends, watch movies and eat chocolate sundaes. I like to go shopping sometimes when I'm bored. I like my English classes; I get good grades in school. I take piano lessons and I play tennis and do gymnastics in a regular basis. I'm pretty small in height; I'm only 5"1. I have long black hair up to my waist and most people say I looked younger than my age. I'm the only child in my family. I'm your normal girl walking home from school on a normal day just like any day.

The afternoon breeze blew my hair back as I walked towards my house. I secured my pink headband on my head as I adjusted the straps of my backpack on my shoulders. I can't help but hum a little at the music I was practising for piano. Rows of brick and tiled houses with big oak trees lined up along the street as I kept walking. I looked both ways before crossing the street and turned around the corner towards my street. The sun was bright and beating upon me, I could feel the sweat beads trickling down my back. I couldn't wait to get home and get a nice cold glass of orange juice. Maybe once I get home, I'll phone my friend Catherine and plan our weekend together. Maybe we could work on our history test together if we don't get caught up with the gossips and such.

There have been a few speculations about horrible things happening in the town. Apparently a few murder acts have been committed and groups of people had been found…eaten. Of course with news like that, the town was quick to spread horror stories amongst each other. And it really freaked me out. Honest, to know that there's some cannibal out there who wants to feast on human flesh is not exactly a comforting thought. More occurrences had been reported on the news and it got people worried. The murders seem to happen at the other side of town where the lower class citizens lived. I live upon the middle class society but still, you never know. I increased my pace while walking. I just wanted to get home. A few kids who were walking behind me either reached their destination or they just looked very, very far away.

"Grrr…"

A low menacing growl interrupted the quiet atmosphere. I spun around to see the source of the noise. Empty. My eyes scanned the area around me. I had just passed the public playground just a few blocks from my house. Not a soul was anywhere near me. The swing gently swayed back and forth, making a soft screeching sound from the chains. I squinted. Am I imagining things? The sun disappeared behind some thick clouds making my surroundings a little dim. Ok Ann, don't lose it. You're just stressed out from your English test today. I spun my heel and started jogging towards my house. I have never anticipated going home. I practically threw the front door open as I reached it.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I panted as I dropped my backpack on the hallway. I shut the door and proceeded towards the kitchen to get a drink. I really need one right now. I heard the door from the lounge room open as mom came in.

"Hey, sweetie. How was your English test today?" She asked as she came over beside and started removing plates and pans to prepare dinner.

I took big gulps of orange juice before answering. "It was ok, I guess. At least, I hoped so. I think I'll pass" I answered shrugging as I placed my empty glass on the kitchen counter. I got our rice cooker out and started helping mom cook for dinner.

Mom tsk tsked. "You know, Ann you should really take your studies more seriously. I want to see you put in more efforts to get good grades. Your dad and I don't want to see your grades slip by as you move onto high school."

I sighed and resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I mixed some water with the rice. My parents are always nagging me and telling me to do well in school, graduate and get a high paying job, blah, blah, blah. I must have gotten these lectures a billion times in my fifteen years of living. Sometimes it gets sooo tiring even though I know my parents mean well. "Yes, mom. Next time I'll try not to gossip too much on the phone with Catherine. Anyway, where's dad?"

"Over there in the lounge room watching the news. Why don't you go to your room while I go finish preparing dinner?"

"Sure. Thanks, mom."

I grabbed my backpack off the hallway as I headed upstairs towards my room. I couldn't help but hear the news out as I was about to climb upstairs as I passed the lounge room. I stopped for a while to listen about something interesting.

"…a man found dead on the outskirts of Raccoon forest. It was reported that the man had several bites all over his body. There are huge parts of torn flesh mostly punctured on his limbs. Those bites are believed to be caused by some wild animal roaming the forest. Police are now investigating the cases of these bizarre murders occurring in the Raccoon City."

A shiver ran up my spine as I listened to the horrible story. I hoisted the strap of my backpack on my shoulder and ran upstairs to my room. I dropped my bag on my bed and grabbed my hairbrush and started to brush my long hair as I thought. I don't know I always seem to brush my hair whenever I have a lot in my mind. What's going on with the town? Why are all these strange horrible things happening? I bit my lip as I turned towards my window facing the road of my street and gasped. My hand stopped in the middle of brushing my hair.

A big black dog was staring up towards me behind the swings from the playground. Saliva dripped down from its foaming mouth as it let out a low growl. Its left ear was torn off, bits of ragged flesh hung from its torn place. Patches of fur was missing from its body and I noticed big chunks of flesh were torn all over the length of its back and sides. Its torn flesh was slick with blood and even though I'm far away from a distance I could tell that its entire body was covered in blood. I couldn't help but stare in horror at the dog. It looked like it was ganged up by a bunch of wild animals and was dragged back and forth on rocky ground. Almost in an instant that I saw it, it turned around and ran back disappearing behind the bushes beside the playground. What on earth happened to that dog! Was it also attacked by the same wild animals which murdered the man from the news? Why wasn't it limping and looking weak? Judging from its appearance it looked like a mower had ran over it. The dog moved with agility from its powerful legs.

What is going on with Raccoon City?