I should really begin on where I began to suspect something strange about that town...
*FLASHBACK*
1998 – Genero residence
'....And in other news the president has called a special meeting on deciding...'
"Hey, you'd better not have eaten that!'
'Stupid dog' I thought as I pulled away my boss' birthday cake. I'm usually like this; unorganized, reckless and working in a dead end job I hate. I should've really paid more attention to Annette when she told me to go to college. I walked over to fridge and put the cake inside it to hide it away from Rampoo (My dog). As a typical American I reverted my eyes back to the tv when some news took me by surprise.
'..these horrific murders in Raccoon City are still at large, the killer[s] could easily still be in the city...'
Wait Raccoon City, isn't that....ANNETTE. I have to call her. I ran over to my phone and searched around my notice board for Annette's number, luckily finding it. I frantically dialled the numbers and awaited for response.
'...BEEP....BEEP....BEEP....I'm sorry your call cannot be connected at the moment, please try again later...'
Oh no... what if something happened. I can't just sit here, I anxiously marched towards my bedroom and flung some clothes into a bag and stormed out the room. Luckily for me, my neighbour was outside.
"Hey David, check of Rampoo while I'm gone..."
I sped past him before he could reply, and went to the apartment's garage to pick up my car. I was headed to Raccoon City to see what was going on!