A/N: I am going to give writing for another try, this time I
wrote all the chapters beforehand so I would not leave the story unfinished
like my last attempt. The amount of reviews will judge whether or not I
will post the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!!
It was a cold day in Raccoon City, an isolated area in west Oregon. The Pharmaceutical Corporation, Umbrella Inc., called this city home, and pretty much controlled everything. Most of the buildings and municipals were owned, funded, or included in Umbrellas business.
Umbrella is not a typical Pharmaceutical Company. It sure did look the part. The city of Raccoon was covered in signs and billboards all supporting the new goods and services that Umbrella offered, how just a dab of cream could change your life forever.
They are so benevolent.
That was the face that the people saw, unfortunately, it would all crash around them.
It was awful to see. All Umbrellas' secrets were exposed buy the ignorance of its Scientists and the instability only they could instill. I cannot tell you if they regret it, you would think the undead would give anyone a feeling of dread.
Under their seemingly benign mask, Umbrella in reality was concocting something so deadly that it would put everyone who has ever existed at risk.
You're breathing right now, that means you could be next.
No one really knew what was going on down there, deep in the catacombs of the secret labs that Umbrella had scattered all over the city. How as time ticked by footsteps across the pavement silenced the screams of the innocent victims being put to the test.
Something so perfect, you would think it would be an honor to be part of the research. Everything was set in an order, it had to be. Viruses were the expertise and interest that Umbrella was really concerned with. These were their brainchildren, although it was the scientists who did most of the work.
It's hard to think back to it now. I can sit here and think and cry, but nothing will change.
It can't.
Have I just traded one prison for another?
How would I know all this? It's hard to explain. I will tell you that this is the end; the beginning is a whole other story. I should start with myself.
I was rude, I apologize.
My name is Emerald Wynterspade and I am a Scientist.
I helped create it all.
Bach Andante
It was a cold day in Raccoon City, an isolated area in west Oregon. The Pharmaceutical Corporation, Umbrella Inc., called this city home, and pretty much controlled everything. Most of the buildings and municipals were owned, funded, or included in Umbrellas business.
Umbrella is not a typical Pharmaceutical Company. It sure did look the part. The city of Raccoon was covered in signs and billboards all supporting the new goods and services that Umbrella offered, how just a dab of cream could change your life forever.
They are so benevolent.
That was the face that the people saw, unfortunately, it would all crash around them.
It was awful to see. All Umbrellas' secrets were exposed buy the ignorance of its Scientists and the instability only they could instill. I cannot tell you if they regret it, you would think the undead would give anyone a feeling of dread.
Under their seemingly benign mask, Umbrella in reality was concocting something so deadly that it would put everyone who has ever existed at risk.
You're breathing right now, that means you could be next.
No one really knew what was going on down there, deep in the catacombs of the secret labs that Umbrella had scattered all over the city. How as time ticked by footsteps across the pavement silenced the screams of the innocent victims being put to the test.
Something so perfect, you would think it would be an honor to be part of the research. Everything was set in an order, it had to be. Viruses were the expertise and interest that Umbrella was really concerned with. These were their brainchildren, although it was the scientists who did most of the work.
It's hard to think back to it now. I can sit here and think and cry, but nothing will change.
It can't.
Have I just traded one prison for another?
How would I know all this? It's hard to explain. I will tell you that this is the end; the beginning is a whole other story. I should start with myself.
I was rude, I apologize.
My name is Emerald Wynterspade and I am a Scientist.
I helped create it all.
Bach Andante