Thanks for the review Cjjs! I appreciate those stories too!

Again, I apologize for all the buildup. Hoesntly, I want to just tear in there and go "zombies broke in nao! Halp!" But I can't. Suspense is what draws the readers in, and I want to make this story as good as possible. Sorry if it gets too much for you. The zombie attack doesn't get busy 'till around the gourth or fifth chapter. Teehee~

Anyways, this is rated T for violence, that, again, has not happened yet. But it will. I assure you. Also for alcohol use and gun stuff. So, please enjoy the story.

PS: I did a hell of a lot of research about Resident Evil 2, going so far as beat the game twice. However, I still got some of the characters mentioned in the memos all twisted up. So I said screw it. So... I just changed some stuff around. Be sure to point out any errors or mistakes! And dropping a review would be just lovely!

September 23rd. 11:42 AM. The first chapter of the nightmare.

The faint hum of a car sounded afar off.

Officer William Davis rode his Honda to work. The officer lived on West Park street, so it was a bit of a journey from work and back. He wore his normal work attire, his light blue short sleeved shirt, with dark blue shoulder pads reading "R.P.D" and the Raccoon Police Department's logo on each. His blue pockets near his chest contained an extra magazine of nine millimeter parabellum rounds. His standard issue Browning Hi-Power, fully loaded and fully deadly. His black tie flew by in the wind from the air blasting from his window, his brown hair flying everywhere. His black trousers were still hot and stiff from the iron. As he passed by the neighborhood, women and children waved to him. People walking their dogs nodded or tipped their hats casually. He smiled back, driving with one skilled hand.

"Still got some time..." Davis mumbled to himself, his words drowned out by the now dying wind. "It's only 11:42..." He parked at his favorite place to be in the afternoon; Grill 13. They served the best foods, and sometimes, Raccoon City Mayor Michael Warren would stop by and compliment him on how good of a job he was doing. He parked in the front parking lot, opening the door and stepping out of the car. Smelling the scent of grilled chicken- the local specialty- he eagerly locked the doors and stepped into the restaurant. Stepping up to the cashier at the front of the business, he ordered grilled chicken bits to go, sitting down on a stool when his order was being processed. What a beautiful life it was. Checking his watch, he silently cursed as he noticed it was almost noon already. Thankfully, his order was ready, being such a simple dish to make. Taking free packs of barbecue sauce and soy sauce, he paid the cashier ten dollars and seventeen cents- the tax included with the seven dollar meal- and dashed to his car, hurriedly opening the silver vehicle's door. He spun the black steering wheel, and pulled off, going as fast as he could without breaking the limit to the Raccoon Police Department.

"Oh, no!" William gasped as he checked his car's stereo clock. 12:01! He sped down the last road, turning left, and rushing down to Ennerdale street. He likewise sped down that street, pulling to a rushed stop at the Police Department's golden gates. Taking his lunch with him, he ran into the police station, his black boots clumsily clacking with each step. He pressed a button on the side of the gate. "Could you let me in, please? This isn't funny!" the brown haired male complained, hearing a snicker from the other side of the speaker located just above the button. A loud buzzing sound was heard, as Davis quickly opened the golden obstacle. He was now in the courtyard, with the R.P.D's blue door just ahead of him. The courtyard's ground was made of blue granite, and a few black lamps stood up here and there. A construction truck and a couple disused orange cones lay in shambles near the end of the courtyard. Davis opened the large blue doors without giving a second thought to the courtyard he knew so clearly and vividly. The police department's interior was much more amazing than it's three story exterior. A large porcelain statue of a woman holding a vase was in the center of the station. Two ramps surrounded both sides of the statue, leading up to a large, round wooden desk, with three secretaries typing busily on the computers located therein. An emergency ladder could be seen on the balcony on the second story, highlighted in red. A few wooden doors that could be electronically locked were on either side of Davis, with a few more ahead of him, left from the desk and the statue respectfully.

"Look who's late today!" sneered Officer Dorian. "Can't you ever make it to work on time?"

"Hey! I was grabbing lunch! My shift doesn't start until twelve!" William defended himself. He caught Dorian staring down at his lunch with his green gaze. Davis blushed as he saw his lunch had gotten the bottom of the once white bag soggy. Dorian snickered with his signature cackle. His black hair was cut to a mohawk as usual, except he still had the bottom layer remaining upon his head. He wore the same attire as every other officer in the building, and that included William.

"Now, now... calm down, Billy." William turned around to see deputy officer David Ford facing him, his black eyes blazing with scorn at Dorian. He also wore the signature uniform of all R.P.D police officers, except he wore a black cap with the R.P.D logo on it, obscuring his hair from view. "Dorian, don't be scornful just because you failed the S.P.F test last week. One too many donuts doesn't help your cause." With a smirk, Officer Ford looked pointedly at the junior officer's slightly bulging gut. With a flush of indignity, Officer Dorian aimed a punch at Ford's stomach. With only the slightest of gasps, Deputy Ford withstood the attack without moving an inch. You have to admire that willpower, William thought to himself. "Billy, there's a meeting going on in the break room. Chief Irons expected us all to be present by twelve... but it appears as though you were late. Let's get a move on," Ford said, walking down the small set of stairs leading to the ground of the R.P.D, on the same plane that the statue was "standing" upon. He walked to a corridor left of the statue, opening the double doors and holding them for a salty Dorian.

"Right! Coming!" Officer Davids shouted, his lunch now wet, sloppy, and ruined. Tossing it sadly into a nearby garbage can, he filled up on a delicious packet of soy sauce. As he ran into the double doors, thanking the polite Deputy with a nod, they closed behind him with a slam.

"Right..." began the lumbering fat person in front of the officers inside the small break room. There was a glass window behind Chief Irons for requests. Small black chairs were set up along the wall the officers were near, for anyone waiting for a requests or special order of something from the anonymous receptionist. A large bulletin board was on a wall that didn't reach the ceiling farther back into the room, with a door that lead to the briefing room down the hallway. A coffee maker and water machine were standing up on small stools. "As Deputy Ford knows, a new officer will be arriving at the R.P.D sometime soon. We don't know exactly, since he's still undergoing training classes, but it will be by the twenty fifth of this month. So... Marvin Branagh, senior deputy, has something to say." Wiping his face, Chief Irons moved aside, to let a man of dark complexion stand up and speak. He had a buzz cut, with jet black hair. A low trimmed beard was visible on the edges of his face, and he wore the standard attire for the R.P.D, except without the tie and cap.

"Thank you, Irons," Marvin spoke loudly, clearing his throat. Putting his hands behind his back, he started again, "The new officer's name is Leon Scott Kennedy. Since he's a rookie, he may not be very good at what he does, so to calm his nerves, I figured we'd throw him a surprise party!" Deputy Marvin finished his idea, looking around the room, seeing what the other officers would think. With big grins, the officers applauded happily, nodding and murmuring in agreement of the idea. "The party will be held sometime on the twenty fifth. We'll set up the lobby for it, okay?"

"Um... Marvin?" William asked, as the other officers cleared out the room.

"Yes, Bill?" Marvin replied, about to open the corridor to exit the room.

"This new officer... is he younger than me?" William asked, inwardly excited. William was 27, and was the newest officer in the R.P.D. He smiled as he thought of someone he could train and boss around and play pranks on, much like the officers did to him.

"Why, yes actually. We don't have much info on him, but he will be your junior both in age and experience." Without waiting for a reply, Marvin walked out of the room busily, probably about to go on a patrol of Raccoon City, though no violence really ever took place here in Raccoon City. The quaint mid-western town had no reason to cause trouble.

I know it ended a bit early. I wanted to do more, but I couldn't. So I picked back up in Chapter three. Review please! :3