Resident Evil: From Day to Night Chapter One

It was 3PM. Kurt Bankes slid his badge through the electronic card reader one last time. Today would be the last day he walked out of this plant. The job wasn't bad, and it had good pay, but Kurt wanted something more. He needed to branch out and do something more meaningful. While being a quality control specialist for a medical supplies company was a pretty significant job, in the plant everyone feels like ants. It's one of those situations where you know you're doing something good, but you follow the same routine day in and day out without feeling like you've actually made a difference.

Now was the time to change that, and it's exactly what he was doing.

About 9 months ago Kurt started training vigorously. He lifted weights, watched his food intake, and studied. He was still a big guy, pushing 300 pounds, but he was also nearly 7-foot tall. All his life he had been a bigger guy and he'd been teased about it. In fact, some of the teasing and bullying he'd gone through at a younger age helped fuel the decision he made to get him out of this mess.

If there was one thing Kurt couldn't stand it was injustice. After all, he'd gone through some injustice himself in his early years. That's why he made the decision to become a police officer. He'd studied up on the laws, went to the academy, and worked his way through weapons training. All the money he'd shelled out for training had finally paid off and he now has the chance to do what he is passionate about.

Starting a week from this coming Monday he would be a proud member of the police force – a special task force at that. This was his chance to be able to not only do something good the made a difference, but to take care of his family better.

Kurt moved to Raccoon City two years ago. He met a young woman who changed everything about him, but he liked that. Her name was Nicole and she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. They'd met the year previous and dated for some time, but he ended up needing to run back to his hometown to deal with some family issues that had come up. After some bad decisions and diminished hope, Kurt got in contact with Nicole once again and the conversation began a journey on a road to his complete happiness.

In the blink of an eye Nicole met him down in his hometown and whisked him away back to Raccoon. Since then he's left his issues behind and made a new life in this small town. The two eventually married and had a son, and Kurt felt his life was complete – to a certain extent. His career path was the only thing he needed to fix.

Raccoon was a small town, but it was full of life. There were many places where you could hang out, great places to eat, and plenty of places to enjoy a nice day outside. One of Kurt's favorite places to spend time at, aside from the local board game store, was Kendo Gun Shop. Kurt became real good friends with the owner and enjoyed passing the time by hearing the old man's stories. Robert was a seasoned vet, so he always told stories about people who would come in and pick up guns.

"Every weapon has a story son," he'd always say.

After a while Kurt learned that it was the truth. He remembered a story Rob told him about a big guy who works at the police station in town. Harry was his name? Maybe? It was something like that. Anyway, this guy would come in and pick out the biggest and best handguns the shop had. Recently the guy picked up one of those huge .44 magnum revolvers, and Rob was actually surprised.

"That gun was huge, man, and I'm not exaggerating. This guy waltzes in, picks up the gun, and it looks tiny in his hands. He just smiled when he saw it. Came in, picked up the gun, bought some ammo for it, and went about his way. It wasn't cheap either, even at my prices! Come to think of it, I haven't seen him 'round here for quite some time."

Hanging out in the gun shop piqued Kurt's interest in the local police force. He heard stories of these "special forces guys" who worked at the department but he'd never seen any of them. Granted he'd only been in town for about a year or so at this point, but they still came across more like local legends than normal people. That's when he started considering taking up a job at the local precinct.

Until then he needed to find a job that would take care of supporting his family in the meantime. Since he had moved to Raccoon, he had heard a lot of people claiming that the best employer in town was a pharmaceutical company by the name of Umbrella Inc. The company mainly focused on products like facial creams, medicine, and dietary supplements, though they did have a division that manufactured some medical devices such as needles and catheters to administer drugs.

It took Kurt two weeks once he applied, but he managed to snag a job as a quality control specialist for production. The job paid well and with it he alone could handle the bills. It wasn't the most difficult work, but it was routine and mundane. Also, something about the company felt a bit off to him. The plant was one of those places that looked really nice on the outside, but once you entered it was like stepping into some other world. People were hush-hush. You couldn't really make friends in a place like that and it always felt as if the higher-ups were a part of some conglomerate that they never told you about.

After being at that place for nearly a year it was time to cut the cord. Kurt made it through the academy, took his training, and passed through his testing at the top of the class. It was surprising, really, given his large size. You wouldn't think it, but Kurt was very nimble when he needed to be. I guess you could say he's got a sense of determination that serves as his fuel in dire straits.

The sound of the glass door closing behind him sent a cool, yet calming chill through his bones. No more waking up at 5 AM to get out the door, and no more mundane bullshit. In just one week Kurt would be the newest member of the Raccoon City police department, and even more so the newest member of what the precinct called the Special Tactics and Research Squad.

"Good riddance," he said, with a smile on his face, and left the plant behind.