3:37 amI woke up in a raging sweat, shaking, trying to catch my breath, with my gun pointed at the nothingness in the dark corner of my room. This is the third night in a row; three nights, these damn nightmares have haunted me. I'm a marine for Christ's sake, this shit isn't supposed to bother me. But these fucking nightmares; what the hell do they mean? Monsters, zombies, I don't know how the hell these things even got in my head. Maybe I left the TV on? That would explain the monsters in my dream, but... What the hell does a mansion have to do with monsters? And those mountains, they look just like the ones I passed on the way here, the Arklay's? What about those people, thy looked like cops... The all had the word S.T.A.R.S. On them. What does that mean? Whatever, it's probably just the move. A new town, a new home; far from the troubles of the god damned urban jungle...Raccoon City, I think I like the sound of that.