I glanced at the clock. Five. Time to go home. I stood and gathered my things and made a beeline for the door. Hopped in my Camaro, and I was on my way home. I tried not to think of Mr. Welch as I drove back towards the confines of Raccoon City, but the dull drive wouldn't let me squash the memories.

Some time later I came across the "Welcome to Raccoon City" sign. Pulling into the flow of traffic, I noticed that there were very few cars coming in, but alot going out. "Odd for this time of evening, everyone should be going home, not leaving." I thought to myself. No matter, I just wanted to get home and play some video games before heading to bed.

I finally pulled into my parking spot at the apartment complex and jogged up the stairs. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I flipped on my TV and headed for the kitchen to make something for dinner. I stopped short, however, when I heard the words walking and dead used in the same sentance on the news.

I turned and looked at the screen. A reporter for channel 7 news was live at the scene. There was mass panic, people running everywhere. When the camera finally came into focus, it showed a pack of people slowly lumbering down the road. They showed the same milky white, lifeless eyes that Mr. Welch had.

"What... the... hell...?" I murmered as I thumbed the volume button. "... everyone is requested to evacuate the city! The police department is doing everything in its power to stop these creatures, but we all must evacuate the ci-" the reporters words were cut short as one of the things bit into her shoulder, blood gushing from the wound and spraying the lens of the camera, then all went to static.

Just then, I heard a beating at my door. I peered out of the peephole and my vision was greeted by those same milky white eyes. I had no doubt this thing was here to kill me. The beating worsened. It sounded like the thing was trying to break the door down. I ran to my bedroom and drug the sword off my wall. I had never used it against anyone before, but it was the only weapon I had available.

The door bursted into the room, torn from its hinges and the thing tripped and fell face first. It slowly stood and looked at me, issuing a mighty moan. "B-b-back!" I stammered. "Get b-b-back or I'll stab your ass!" I yelled at it. I was sweating, my hands were shaking. I was absolutly terrified. I had never been this scared in my life. I got a good look at the things face - it had bits of flesh caught between its teeth, and its mouth was dripping blood. It made a step towards me.

"Get away you peice of shit!" I screamed at it, waving the sword about in what I hoped was a threatening manner. The creature was unfazed. It began lumbering towards me, moaning. It wanted to... eat me. I could tell. I lowered the blade and stabbed forward, catching the creature in the torso and impaling it about halfway down the blade, the tip of the sword sticking out from the creatures back, a little bit of blood trickled from both ends.

A normal human would have been gushing blood. This wasn't a normal human. The stab didn't affect the thing. It kept coming forward, with a sword hanging out of its chest. This thing wasn't human... it was a zombie or something like that - out of a horror movie.

The zombie reached for me, I ducked and began backing up. I tripped and hit the ground, hard. I yelled as loud as I could "HELP ME OH MY FUCKING GOD HELP!" I was freaking out. I had about lost it, I started sliding back on the carpet, I couldn't think straight, I was going to die. My back hit the wall. Shit. I was out of room, my eyes darted around, no escape, the zombie was getting closer and closer and I had no where left to go.

Just as the zombie was almost to me, I heard a gunshot. The head of the zombie exploded, blood and brain matter splattered the walls and me. The zombie fell backwards, and behind him stood a man with short, military cut blonde hair. He was holding a 9mm Beretta, the barrel still smoking from the shot. I looked down and noticed I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine.

I locked eyes with the man. "Are you okay?" he asked, holstering the pistol and making his way towards me. "I... what? What was that THING?! IT FUCKING WANTED TO EAT ME!" I screamed, still freaked out. I pushed myself up and staggered to the bathroom, collapsing beside the toilet. Just as I hit the ground I felt the nasuea. I vomited. A lot. The stink from the dead creature made it even worse.

The man made his way towards me. "Are you bitten?" he asked me. I looked up at him. "No." I said flatly and vomited again. He looked at me apathetically. "We gotta move." he said. "There will be more of them, and a sword and a pistol wont do much against a mob of them." He offered his hand to help me up. I grabbed it and he pulled, dragging me to my feet. On my way up, I got a glance of his torso - RPD his shirt said. Upon closer inspection, he was wearing the standard blue with a Raccoon Police Department patch, as well as a liuetenant insignia.

"El Tee Johnson." he stated, spelling out the abbriviation for liuetenant like he was some hardass or something. "You can call me Eric, though." I looked him over. He had his Beretta strapped to the outside of his thigh with a leg holster. He was also wearing a black bulletproof vest with the letters R.P.D. stenciled in white on the front, and a combat knife was tugged away inside its sheathe near his right shoulder.

"All right Eric." I stated. "I'm not going anywhere 'till you tell me what the FUCK that THING is." I stated, glaring daggers at him as I pointed at the seeminly dead creature. "Honestly?" he asked, cocking his head. "I think they're zombies. All I know is that they're all over the city, and the only way to kill them is to shoot them in the head. Other then that, I'm as clueless as you are, pal. Now lets get the hell out of here." I nodded. "One sec." I said, pushing back him and diving under the bed.

I finally pulled my head out with a sheathe for a sword. "I'm not leaving without a weapon." I stated. I turned and planted my foot squarley in the zombies chest and pulled the blade out with a sickening squelch. I grabbed my sheet and wiped the blood of the blade, and slid it into the sheathe. I picked the black leather scabbard up off the floor and put my arm through the strap, then ducked my head under, slinging it across my back. "Lets do this." I said, nodding at Eric.

"Good." he said. "My squad cars parked outside. Lets move."