This is the first full chapter I've done on my new laptop, so I shouldn't have as much trouble with cranking out new chapters. I'm hoping that I can quicken the pace that i'm working at. So I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 9: The Raccoon City Incident

September 21st 1998

After Chris left the country bound for France two days ago, Jill decided to stick around and investigate Umbrella's assets in the city. Dante had stayed at Jill's apartment, gong over some of her leads as well as some of his own former contacts. He also had Jill purchase some extra ammunition for his weapons in case of an attack by Umbrella employees. Since the amount of unconfirmed attacks had increased, Dante had started purchasing bottled water for drinking and cooking, only using tap water for showering due to possible risk of water being contaminated with the T-Virus. He'd also began watching the news very closely, seeing that a "Cannibal Disease" had been spreading around the city. He figured that the some of the B. had managed to escape the blast radius after the mansion detonated, continuing their rampage in the mountains, moving closer and closer to the city. After the disbanding of the S.T.A.R.S unit, Chief Irons began recruiting officers for his newly proposed Select Police Force, a similar unit to the former S.T.A.R.S unit to deal with the rising unrest, though the unit wouldn't be as qualified when dealing with terrorism.

September 22nd, 12:49 AM

" This Way." Captain Sullivan said, as he and H.U.N.K, a high ranking soldier in the USS, proceeded towards the entrance to William Birkin's lab. Sullivan, after his team's training regimen in South America following their failure against Dante, whom they later heard hadn't survived his mission in the Arklay Mansion, had been asked to complete a priority assignment. Accompanying him were Sergeant Jackson and Private Vasquez, along with Corporal Mikhail Romanov, who would be providing rear security, ensuring that if the mission went bad, they would have an escape route. The rest of his team were either still at the barracks or out of state and would be out of contact until early October. Moments later, the two USS agents stopped outside the P-4 Level lab where Dr. Birkin had been developing, and recently completed, the new G-Virus. Sullivan's orders were to lead H.U.N.K through the facility to retrieve the samples of the new virus to present to Lord Spencer. Sullivan, like the rest of his team, knew H.U.N.K's reputation. Most people he worked with ended up dying, earning the soldier the nickname Mr. Death, but knew that the mission wasn't very difficult. H.U.N.K being on the mission was more for security reasons than actual danger. Sullivan readied his MP5, and followed H.U.N.K through the door.

"It's sheer perfection. My Precious G-Virus. No one will ever take you away from me." William said, about to place the G-Virus sample with several T and G Virus samples he was going to present to the US Government. Seconds later, Sullivan and H.U.N.K burst into the room, holding their machine guns on the viral scientist, who in turn knocked a chair out of his way as he leveled a Browning Hi-Power handgun on the USS agents.

" There he is." H.U.N.K said.

" So you've finally come." Birkin said, aiming his weapon at the soldiers.

" Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample." Sullivan said.

" Sorry, but I won't just hand over my life's work." Birkin said, inadvertently knocking over an object on the table, making a clanging noise that resembled a gunshot on the metal floor. Sullivan, on instinct, opened fire, hitting Birkin several times in the torso.

" Stop, you might hit the sample." H.U.N.K. said as Sullivan released the trigger, reloading his weapon as the USS agent walked over to the case containing the virus samples.

" That's it alright. Okay, lets move out." H.U.N.K. Said, grabbing the case with the virus samples and then proceeding back towards the sewer. Seconds later, Annette came through the door, finding William leaning against the table, mortally wounded.

" William...Oh my...hold on darling, I'm taking care of that bullet wound, first, stay here." Annette said, leaving to get medical supplies. William raised his left hand, holding a sample of the G-Virus.

" Alpha Team, have you retrieved the sample yet?" Jackson said into his radio.

" Affirmative, we'll meet you at the rendezvous point in one minute." Sullivan said over the radio.

" Roger." Jackson responded. Back inside the Umbrella lab, William managed to obtain a syringe and placed the G-Virus sample inside it. He grabbed it with both hands and injected it into his torso, his eyes beginning to glow a bright red. In the sewers a short time later, Jackson and Vasquez heard a loud inhuman roar followed by bursts of gunfire.

" What was that?" Vasquez said.

" Something's wrong." Jackson replied.

" Lets check it out."

" Over there." Jackson said.

" Shoot, eat this you freak." Sullivan said as he fired several shots into the beast that had once been William.

" Guns aren't stopping it." Sullivan said, becoming uneasy.

" What is this thing?" H.U.N.K. replied. Seconds later, the beast struck, taking down Sullivan as he let out one last scream which resulted in a loud gurgle, dropping to the floor.

" Hurry!" Jackson said as he and Vasquez proceeded towards their comrades. When they finally spotted their fellow soldiers, they saw Sullivan on the ground, claw marks on his chest making it apparent that he was dead. They saw H.U.N.K on the ground, unsure if he was still alive, assuming he'd met the same fate. The beast stomped on a few vials filled with the T-Virus while it ingested several vials of the G-Virus, increasing its power.

" What is this thing!" Jackson replied. The beast turned towards them, raising its claw.

" Fire, fire!" Jackson said as he and Vasquez fired their MP5s at the advancing beast, but to no effect. When it got close, it swung, catching Vasquez in its attack, slicing through his vest, killing him before he hit the ground. Jackson jumped to the right to avoid injury, and continued firing moments later.

" Son of a.." Jackson started as his weapon then ran out of ammo, pulling the trigger again and again. Jackson saw an eye on its right shoulder, which dilated right as the beast impaled him on its claw. Several rats inside the sewer then began running through the area saturated in the virus, infecting them while some also fell into the sewer water, contaminating the purified water of the city.

September 27th 1998. 8:46 PM:

In the sky above the city, a group of CH-53 Sea Stallion transport helicopters emerged from the city limits. The helicopters split into pairs and flew into different parts of the city. One of the chopper pairs flew over main street, seeing hundreds of the undead below.

" This is Chopper Delta. Preparing to drop off at Area E95070." The chopper pilot said into his mic, seeing a few civilians being attacked by the mob of oncoming infected. Around the city, several more dead citizens reanimated and began to attack the remnants of the once great industrial city. Farther down main street, the pilot saw several police cars and S.W.A.T vans creating a makeshift barricade on the street to make a stand against the infected. Both uniformed and S.W.A.T officers took positions behind doors or vehicles and waited for the mob to come close enough.

" Main street blockade is ready. Awaiting orders, Over." One of the officers said into his radio. Nearby, two of the Sea Stallions hovered over an office building while the soldiers inside rappelled down onto the building's roof.

" All units, proceed to Richmond and Victoria." One of the pilots called to the soldiers over the radio.

" Lets do it." one of the soldiers said.

" Lets move, go go go go go!" a second soldier called as the group shuffled towards the rooftop entrance to the building. Back at the main street barricade, the front most S.W.A.T officer deemed the mob close enough, rose his MP5, and gave the order.

" Fire!" he called, as he and the other officers began firing. As some of the infected went down, other swarmed past before the fallen once again joined the undead mob.

" Come and get it!" One officer yelled, firing his Remington 870 police magnum into the mob.

" Son of a.." One of the S.W.A.T officers started, noticing the overwhelming size of the fast approaching mob.

" Don't give up!" Another officer called, despite their dwindling odds of survival. The mob of undead was now just feet from the barricade created by the officers, steadily closing in.

" Don't hold back." one of the other front most officers called. The officer began backing up, some falling into other officers as the zombies began tearing the unlucky officers apart. Inside one of the office building, two of the Umbrella soldiers were searching for any potential survivors. They heard the elevator, and as they turned around they noticed several infected emerging from the now open elevator.

" Where'd they come from?" One of the soldiers said,

" Never!" the other soldier cried as he and his partner began firing at the group of zombies pouring out of the elevator. Several more soldiers down in the streets were ambushed by the former residents of the city, despite their futile attempts to eradicate the undead. One soldier threw several grenades from his bandolier, trying to blow apart the infected.

" Take this! Die!" the soldier yelled, tossing grenades at groups of the infected. One of the infected landed next to him, as well as a live grenade, seconds later followed by an explosion.

" You want some more?" one soldier cried as he fired his assault rifle into the mob of zombies surrounding him as he backed towards a wall, seconds later being ripped apart. At the police barricade, only a few eviscerated bodies and the occasional firearm or riot helmet remained, the lights from the police cars reflecting off the pools of blood on the ground.

September 27th 1998. 11:30 PM:

It all began as an ordinary day in September. An ordinary day in Raccoon City, a city controlled by Umbrella. No one dared to opposed them, and that lack of strength would ultimately lead to their destruction. I suppose they had to suffer the consequences for their actions, but there would be no forgiveness. If only they had the courage to fight. It's true once the wheels of justice began to turn, nothing can stop them. Nothing. It was Raccoon City's last chance... and our last chance... our last escape.

Outside an apartment complex, an explosion knocked the doors off their hinges as Dante and Jill emerged from the building, firing at a nearby zombie.

" Jill, this way." Dante said, killing a zombie blocking the way. They ran down the street littered with cars and debris, jumping a dumpster into a nearby alleyway. Once over the obstacle, the pair found themselves trapped, seeing several zombies coming from both sides of the alleyway. The two backed up towards a door, and slammed into it, trying to bust it open. On their third try, the door lock busted, allowing them to run down another alleyway, dodging arms coming from windows as well as the swarm of infected hot on their heels. After temporarily evading the zombies following them, they managed to come across an abandoned warehouse, finding another survivor named Dario Rosso hiding out. They'd spent the rest of the night and the next day inside, but knew they eventually would need to leave. When they finally decided it was time to leave, it was dark outside.

" Okay, we've gotta get out of here." Jill said, turning away from the window.

" What? What do you think you're talking about? I just lost my daughter out there! How dare you tell me to go back outside!" Dario retorted.

" Look, we're sorry about your daughter but there isn't going to be any rescue, we have to get out of here." Dante responded from the crate he'd been sitting on.

" No! I'm not going anywhere. I'd rather starve to death in here than be eaten by one of those undead monsters. Now leave me alone!" Dario yelled, running towards an open cargo container, shutting himself inside. When Jill tried to once again reason with the man again, she heard the hatch lock shut.

" I told you! I'm not leaving. Never! Just leave me alone." Dario said, refusing to speak after that.

" Come on Jill. Lets go." Dante said. They grabbed a box of handgun shells for Jill, and a first aid spray. They walked up into an office on the second floor overlooking the warehouse. Inside they found a key to unlock the back door to the warehouse, a reloading tool that could be used to make more ammo, two boxes of 9mm and 12 gauge shell casings and bullets, and two pouches of gunpowder suitable for the handgun rounds. After creating around 40 extra handgun shells, they walked towards the door, using the back door key to unlock it. They walked through the door, threw the key onto the floor inside the warehouse, and locked the door. They walked down the alleyway, traveling down a small flight of steps and through another door, leading to a larger alleyway. They walked through the door to their left, walked up a staircase. When they tried to open the door, it flew open, revealing a familiar face followed by three zombies which Dante and Jill took down. When they turned around, they saw that he'd disappeared.

" Was that Brad?" Dante asked.

" I think so. Lets check out this room down here and follow him." Jill responded. They walked down into the room Brad had come from, and found two more zombies, which they quickly dispatched with shots to the head. When the coast was clear, they grabbed a Benelli M3S shotgun with an end cap with an 8 round magazine tube as well as a can of lighter oil. They walked back up the stairs past the rotting corpses of the zombies they killed, and followed the path Brad had taken moments earlier. After going through the door they turned left past a blockade, taking down a zombie limping towards them. After dispatching it, they walked down a side street, seconds later hearing a scream followed by the sounds of tearing flesh. They walked towards the source, seeing three zombies feasting on a man who'd managed to survive the earlier stages of the outbreak. Dante put down the zombies then grabbed a map of the uptown area hanging on the wall. They walked past the corpse of the unlucky man and proceeded through a door leading them to another alleyway. They heard more gunshots, seeing Brad kill one zombie and run away from another two. Dante quickly dispatched both undead and the two pursued their friend up a flight of stairs into a building. Once inside, they heard a grunt of effort, seeing Brad being bitten in the shoulder by a zombie twice, knocking it off as he fired two shots at it.

" Get away." Brad yelled, firing another shot. It continued walking towards him, before being shot in the head by Dante, saving Brad from further injury. Brad slumped to the floor, breathing heavily as Dante and Jill walked over to him.

" Brad, hang in there. Why isn't someone doing something about this?" Jill asked.

" I didn't know you were still alive Jill. The police aren't trained for this kind of situation. What could they do? Listen, he's coming for us, we're all gonna die." Brad said, standing up.

" What're you saying?" Jill asked.

" You'll see." Brad said walking towards the door.

" He's after S.T.A.R.S members, there's no escape." Brad added, leaving the building.

" I wonder what's after you two. Whatever it is, it can't be good." Dante said.

" Is it anything you've encountered.?" Jill asked.

" No, I haven't heard of anything this selective. It's either something newer or something I had no knowledge of. Whatever that thing is that Brad saw, I don't know what it is or any of its tricks." Dante said, grabbing an empty lighter and a box of handgun shells, putting the fuel in the lighter, using it to see if it worked. Dante saw a postcard on the table in the bar, and turned it over.

" A landmark spot: Saint Michael's Clock Tower. Not anymore." Dante said, dropping the postcard back onto the table. They walked out the now unlocked door, seeing that they were back on the side street where they'd seen a citizen get attacked. They'd walked down the road towards the area they'd chased Brad through, going down another bend in alley. Once through the door, they walked towards a gate tied shut with rope. Upon further inspection, they noticed that the rope had been soaked in kerosine. They looked at the barricade just feet away, hearing several zombies banging against it.

" We'd better do this quick, i'm not sure that barricade will hold long." Dante said, taking out the lighter they'd found in the bar, setting fire to the rope binding the gate. As the rope burned, the zombies behind the barricade busted through.

" Shit. Jill, we can't run, we've gotta put them down." Dante said, firing two shots from his colt, killing two of the zombies crawling in front of them. Jill killed two more, as they slowly backed towards the other door. Suddenly, Dante noticed an oil drum next to him and knocked it on its side, rolling it towards the small mob. Dante waited, then shot the barrel as it crashed into the front most infected's legs. The force of the explosion sent the remaining zombies backwards, two cracking their heads open on the pavement when they landed. Dante put down the ones not killed in the explosion, and pulled off the remains of the rope binding the door. As they walked through, they saw a large bundle of trash in flames, seconds later seeing a doberman jump from the fire, joining another doberman from further down the alley. They turned towards the duo, snarling before breaking into a run. Dante shot the one that had emerged from the fire as Jill shot the other, both rounds hitting the dogs brain's. They walked through a door to the left further down the alleyway, finding a small store room. Inside, they found some gunpowder for handgun and shotgun rounds, making another two dozen handgun rounds and 14 shotgun rounds with the reloading tool, which Dante and Jill split between the two of them. They grabbed a full box of shotgun rounds from a nearby chest which they also divided, and walked through the gate near the storeroom. Once through the gate, they walked up the street past the wrecked hulks of cars and litter, seeing the large gate of the once great Raccoon Police Department. After opening it, they walked through, seconds later hearing the gate again. They turned, seeing Brad holding his stomach from another injury he'd obtained.

" Jill." Brad said, stumbling over to the two.

" Brad."

" We've gotta..." Brad started as a large figure landed in between the three, letting out a roar as it walked towards the screaming man. The figure resembled the large tyrant Dante and Jill had encountered weeks ago in the mansion, though was dressed in a trench coat with large boots. The monster looked more human than the original tyrant, though this one had exposed tubes on his neck and right shoulder, had darker, ragged skin and, like the previous tyrant, stood a striking seven foot tall.

" Jill, help!" Brad screamed as he backed into the wall, the monster grabbing him by the shoulder. Brad cried out as the beast raised its other arm, a tentacle emerging from its hand. Seconds later, the monster rose its hand in front of Brad, sending the tentacle through his face, impaling him through the back of his neck. The monster swung around, throwing off the body of the chickenhearted S.T.A.R.S member to the side. It turned towards the two, walking towards them slowly, and to their horror and surprise, uttered a single word.

" S.T.A.R.S."

" Jill, i'm gonna grab Brad's S.T.A.R.S card, then we're gonna head inside. Keep him distracted for a few seconds." Dante said. Jill nodded, and moved to the right, while Dante ran left towards Brad's body. While the Nemesis ran at Jill, who dodged a punch delivered by the monster, Dante searched Brad's body, finding his S.T.A.R.S card in his left vest pocket.

" I've got it Jill, come on." Dante said, firing two .45 caliber shells at the Nemesis. The monster turned around and ran towards him, trying to slug him. Dante rolled to the side as he and Jill opened the door to the station, locking it behind them. Seconds later, the door rattled, showing that the monster was still pursuing them. The two walked over to the computer terminal in the middle of the entrance hall, grabbing a box of handgun shells nearby. Jill used Brad's S.T.A.R.S card to access the mainframe, which upon entry showed a message.

" Notice to S.T.A.R.S personnel. Due to the emergency, the key to the S.T.A.R.S office has been moved to the evidence room. Today's password for the safe: 0131." Dante read.

" Come on, we can go this way." Jill said. Seconds later, the noise stopped.

" Come on, I don't think he'll be gone for long." Dante said. They walked through the door on the other side of the desk, seeing half a dozen zombies inside. After killing them, they walked into the office on the left side of the room, seeing an officer on the ground.

" It's Marvin. It looks like he didn't make it." Jill said. Dante saw that the man was holding something, and picked it up.

" Hey Jill, look at this." Dante said, opening the document.

" Report

September 24th

There are reports of a theft in the municipal building before dawn. A jewel-decorated clock at the main gate was damaged. Two of the twelve gems that are installed on the face of the clock are missing. Due to the lack of available officers at this time, I have no choice but to suspend the research of this case. Signed, Marvin Branagh. September 26th Based upon an autopsy report of a 42-year-old restaurant owner, I have discovered that he has one of the missing gems. He apparently took shelter in the police department at about 10am, when he was shot to death within 10 minutes of having developed the symptoms. Since the city is currently under martial law, we are forced to suspend this case. At this time, we'll keep the gem as evidence. Signed, Marvin Branagh

" This information might be useful." Dante said as he grabbed a box of handgun ammo. They walked through a nearby door, which led to the evidence room. They started to search the drawers, when one contained a blue gem. " This must be one of those gems mentioned in the report." Dante said. They walked to the other side, seeing an evidence locker with a password lock. They put in the combination, then opened the door, revealing a key with the S.T.A.R.S logo on it. " Maybe we can find something useful in your old office. Their could be some ammunition or perhaps a weapon or two." Dante said.

" Worth a shot. I never got around to cleaning out my desk. None of the remaining S.T.A.R.S did." Jill responded. They walked through the other door connected to the evidence room, putting down a pair of zombies farther down the hall. After killing another pair around the corner, and walked into the precinct's darkroom. Dante looked near a typewriter in the room, grabbing an open diary held open with a ball point pen.

" My sanity is at its end...I still can't believe this is happening. We lost another man yesterday. Meyer; one of our better marksmen. He saw me panic once we were overrun by the zombies, but he came back to save me. But when the time came to return the debt, I ran. I can still hear him calling out my name. I can still hear the screams coming from behind. The sound of his flesh being stripped from its bones. I was afraid...terrified... It's the 27th. The fight to stay alive continues. I took out several zombies, who managed to break through the barricades. Now I'm cutting through the chill with whiskey, unloading my Mossberg on anything undead. That shotgun's become a close friend of mine. I've blasted many a zombie into fertilizer with it. We've lost 13 men as of yesterday. In 3 hours, we'll bicker over trivial things in the meeting room. It's a total waste of time. When I finish this bottle, my old friend Mossberg will be turning one lost body into fertilizer. Peace at last. I can hardly wait."

" Things have been getting worse. We need to find anyone we can and get out of here." Dante said. Jill nodded as he opened a trunk nearby, grabbing a box of .45 ACP and shotgun rounds. They left the room, walking up the stairs and taking down one zombie at the top and another three farther down the hall. They walked past a marble statue and through the door. They walked down the hall to the S.T.A.R.S office, using the S.T.A.R.S key. Inside, Jill walked over to her desk while Dante looked at a paper in the fax machine. The picture on the front was of the S.T.A.R.S standard issue handgun, the samurai edge.

" To the boys of S.T.A.R.S., I have some good news for you from my brother Joe. He has finished the new handgun for official use. It is the 92FS S.T.A.R.S. Special, but he calls it the "Samurai Edge". Joe said, if you miss the targets with this, you should carry a teething ring instead of a gun in you holster. The goods will be delivered along with their proper documentation. I'm sure you'll be surprised when you see what kind of excellent parts are used for the 92FS. I know that you'll want to thank the good people who developed it.

Sincerely, Robert Kendo, Kendo Gun Shop "

" Robert Kendo. I've heard of him. He and his brother are a couple of master gunsmiths. I know that Robert lives in town, but I haven't met his brother. When we get out of here I might look him up." Dante said.

" If you do you won't regret it. The Kendo brothers know what they're doing. This weapon is like a close friend, and very accurate." Jill said.

" From what I've seen, I'll take your word for it." Dante responded. Jill walked over to the locker near the radio equipment, inside finding a stainless steel Smith & Wesson 629 Classic .44 magnum revolver with a 4 inch barrel with integrated barrel weights to reduce recoil.

" Barry's old sidearm before he switched to his Anaconda. He'd used that for years both during his time as an officer here as well as his time in S.W.A.T." Jill said. She went back to her desk, grabbing the lock pick Barry had given her during the mansion incident. Dante walked over to Barry's desk, seeing a disassembled Beretta 92FS handgun and a box of 9mm rounds, which he tossed to Jill. As they were about to leave the room, the radio equipment near the storage locker began beeping. Jill walked over, pressed a few buttons, and waited as the red button turned green. Jill adjusted the frequency as they heard static. Seconds later, they heard someone's voice over the radio.

" ...No...Come..In, anyone...Our platoon is cut off...No survivors found...This is Carlos...send in support...immediately..." The man said before the transmission cut out. " Jill, i'm sure its probably short wave radio. I doubt this equipment in its current state could pick up any long range transmissions, especially outside the city. Whoever it is, they must be close by." Dante said. They walked back towards the stairs when they heard the sound of broken glass. They slowly walked down the stairs, watching every possible place a monster could ambush them. As they walked back towards the evidence room, the window at the foot of the steps shattered, revealing Nemesis. This time, however, the tyrant was carrying a large FIM-92 Stinger rocket launcher.

" STARS" the monster echoed as Dante and Jill both ran towards the evidence room, slamming the door behind them as they made their way towards the main hall. The Nemesis was close behind, quickly closing the gap between itself and its targets. They ran out the front door, locking it to buy them more time as well as locking the front gate. Soon after they noticed that the monster had stopped following and slowed their pace. They walked down the barren street, past wrecked or burning cars, garbage, discarded shell casings or spatters of blood. They walked towards a door, which Jill unlocked with her lock pick. Down the alleyway they found the corpse of a man in army fatigues leaning against a wall, a MAB PA-15 handgun in his hand. His weapon, an H&K G36K, lay beside him, the barrel bent at a 45 degree angle. In his lap rest a diary, the cover stained with blood.

" September 1st: Following six months of intensive training, my body's edge has returned. I was a good soldier, but they ordered my execution with no reason given. I was tortured and forced to give a false confession. But on the morning of my execution, a miracle happened. The company had helped me out, giving me a second lease of life.

September 15th: I ended my vacation short and returned to the HQ office. It looks like my UBCS unit's been called into action. Umbrella maintains its own paramilitary unit to counter corporate terrorism and V.I.P. abduction. In addition, they have night men who specialize in handling problems caused by illegal products. I'm currently a member of the latter.

September 28th: Dawn's here, but we're still slogging through this nightmare. There are no provisions of any kind here. The undead walk the streets feeding upon the flesh of the living. Given the choice again, I would rather have been executed. Death row was a heavenly asylum compared to this place. I've chosen to pull the trigger myself, in the hope that my dead body won't come back to life."

" UBCS. I've heard of them before, but i'm drawing blanks still." Dante said, checking the mag of the soldier's pistol. As he'd expected, it'd been empty. The search of his tactical vest had been met with similar results. They walked through a nearby door, walking left down the alleyway through a gate. They found themselves at a large barricade, hearing automatic gunfire nearby as another pair of dobermans attempted to attack the two. They quickly put down the rotting dogs, then proceeded towards a door, grabbing a bag of shotgun shell grade gunpowder off the corpse of another soldier, his body mangled by the dogs. They walked inside the building, revealing it to be a garage. After killing another dog roaming the building and grabbing a power cable, they walked into the garage's office, grabbing a box of handgun shells. They grabbed a box of shotgun shells as well as a pair of speed loaders with twelve .44 magnum shells from a chest in the back of the room. They walked through the other door in the room, killing a trio of infected dobermans as they proceeded towards another door down the street. They walked through the building they'd entered in a construction area, noticing the partial assembly of various walls and construction materials littering the floors. Near a break in the path, they spotted another mutilated corpse. Seconds later, they heard a screeching noise not unlike the chimeras they'd faced in the mansion months earlier. They looked to the source of the noise, seeing a large creature resembling a large insect-like monster, muscle visible in places where its exo skeleton had cracked due to its rapid mutations. It screeched again, jumping down to attack its new prey. It crawled towards Dante, who drew his shotgun, firing two shells into its body, knocking it off its feet. It flipped back up, jumping to two legs, running towards Jill, who drew her magnum, putting a round through the creature's face, blowing it apart. They walked past the corpse of the now dead monster, walking through a nearby door. They looked down the alleyway, seeing a man shooting a zombie, putting a round through its face.

" Scum." The man yelled, running up another nearby street, closely followed by Jill and Dante. They followed the man towards a restaurant, keeping their weapons ready for any monsters hiding inside. Seeing the place deserted, they roamed the dining room, strangely finding a pair of bags of gunpowder at one of the tables. At another table, Dante found a tourist pamphlet created by the mayor of the city.

" City Guide The Tracks of Our City Dear citizens, thanks to kind and generous people of Umbrella Inc. , this is a peaceful and friendly city. The vast donations from Umbrella Inc. , have been used for welfare work, the construction of public utilities, and to help maintain public peace. In 1992, it was my fifth year as mayor of our beautiful city. It was then that through many donations and hard work that our city was able to rebuild the municipal building, create a state of the art hospital. In honor of these fine accomplishments, I was awarded with a grand statue that same year. The statue rests in the municipal building. I came to this city as an engineer more than 35 years ago. I made contributions to the electric system, and to the installation of the cable car. I pledge to follow the tradition of this fine city an will devote my life to its prosperity. The mayor of Raccoon City Michael Warren."

" Looks like this is both a look at the history of this city as well as possible means for his reelection." Dante said. " Your right. The mayor's term was due to end late next month, and he started having these pamphlets printed out to show some of the younger voters his contributions to the city both during and prior to his time as mayor." Jill said. They walked into the back and picked a small safe, inside finding a box of handgun ammo and a crowbar. They grabbed both items and used the crowbar to open a manhole cover near the kitchens. Seconds later the two hear a noise behind them.

" What's that?" Jill asked, aiming her weapon at the source. The disturbance was a man with brown hair in army fatigues, carrying an M4A1 assault rifle with an Aimpoint Comp M2 reflex sight mounted on the top of his weapon.

" Calm down lady, i'm no zombie. My name's Carlos, Corporal of Umbrella's bio hazard counter-measure force. What're your names?" Carlos asked, holding his weapon down.

" Jill, this is Dante. Did you just say you belong to Umbrella's army?" Jill said in surprise.

" Yeah, we came all the way out here to save you civilians, but the mission went bad the minute we landed." Carlos said. Seconds later, they heard a door close, followed by the roar of the monster that had been tailing Jill and Dante for the past hour. " No. How did he find us?" Jill said, hearing its thunderous footsteps growing louder.

" Persistent son of a bitch. Jill, Carlos, this way." Dante said, ushering the two into the kitchen. Dante used the grip of his colt to bust the knob off of a gas canister, hearing the hiss as the gas started to fill the air. Dante joined Jill and Carlos, catching a quick glimpse of the monster waiting near where they opened the manhole cover. Dante saw an oil lamp resting on a nearby shelf, and a smirk appeared on his face.

" Get down." He whispered as lowly as possible. He waited, and readied the lamp. " Hey ugly!" Dante yelled tossing the lamp into the back where the monster was. It only managed to turn towards the sound of his voice before the lamp hit a counter, the flame igniting the oil and the gas filling the air. Dante hit the floor as an explosion rocked the foundation of the restaurant, feeling the heat from the fire that flew above them. When the dust settled, Dante wiped the dirt off his jacket as Carlos and Jill stood up.

" Are you crazy, you could've barbequed the three of us." Carlos said. Dante only shrugged as they walked past the Nemesis' body, discarding the crowbar used to open the manhole in the kitchen. They walked out the door, standing for a moment.

" I need to ask you something." Jill said to Carlos.

" I know. You wanna ask me out. All the foxy ladies love my accent. It drives them crazy." Carlos said.

" What, keep dreaming. Why did Umbrella send your team here?" Jill asked.

" Our mission is to rescue the civilians." Carlos replied. " How convenient, considering they're the cause of all this." Dante said.

" Look, we're just Mercenaries. Hired hands. Do you really think the master would tell his dogs why they have to retrieve the stick he just threw? If you want answers, you should talk to someone else. I am not with Umbrella.

" Carlos said. Seconds later, they heard the shuffling, seeing a group of zombies limping towards the three.

" Looks like we'll have to finish this later. Believe it or not, we're only here to rescue the civilians. If you can trust me, then help us. Think about it!" Carlos said, running down another alleyway as the infected approached. The two quickly dispatched the group of zombies and started walking down the alleyway.

" Do you think we should trust him?" Jill asked.

" Dunno. He seems to be telling the truth, but I need a bit more time before I can make a decision. He probably isn't the greatest fan of Umbrella right now, though." Dante said as they walked into another storage room. Inside, they found a box of shotgun and .45 caliber shells and a rusted crank, while not in the best of shape, could be useful. They left the room and walked through a door to their right. They walked up to the gate of the Raccoon City hall, seeing a large clock with several gems embedded in it, each depicting an hour on the clock. They noticed that two were missing, and guessed that the gem they'd grabbed earlier was once of the missing gems, placing it inside one of the empty slots. They walked down the street towards the Raccoon Press building, carefully watching their back for any monsters lurking about. Inside, they found another first aid spray and a box of 9mm shells. They saw a security door blocking access further into the building, using a step ladder to access a panel on the wall nearby. They pulled the lever, and the light panel for the security door turned green. They pressed the button to open the security door, backing up as fire briefly shot from the opposite side. They walked up the stairs, avoiding the glass that shattered from a door leading to another room in flames. Seconds later as they were nearly at the 3rd floor, the door blasted off its hinges, knocking it into the nearby wall followed by another jet of fire. They walked into an office on the third floor, killing another zombie inside as they grabbed the final remaining gem from the clock at the City Hall and a reporter's memo.

" At last I have found the evidence I need to prove that "cannibal disease" is indeed happening in this city. One man actually ate people to death. He was like a savage animal tearing away a new flesh. It was completely disgusting. I have heard rumors that many people are suffering from this disease now. However, the causes of the disease are not yet known. Is this another mystery of the present disease? I will have to check on it... They have placed Raccoon city under martial law because of the cannibal disease. I have lost contact with the media outside of the city, but I won't give up. As a journalist, I won't keep my eyes shut and walk away. I have a duty to the people and my profession. I don't think the disease had spread nationwide yet. I believe that this city holds the key to its creation and cure. In fact, I'm sure of it. The military has set up blockades around the city to keep people from escaping and spreading the disease. Most of the citizens have either died or have come in contact with the disease. I know that it is the right decision to quarantine the city, but I can't help but pity myself. If I am infected or eaten, it doesn't matter. My fate is already sealed. All I have left is my journalism. I won't give up until I solve the mystery of this deadly disease. I have just discovered that the disease is not spread through air, but by some other means."

After placing the book back onto the desk, they walked back down the steps and out of the raccoon press. As they walked towards the clock, they heard the all too familiar roar of the monster that had been tailing them all night. " This bastard doesn't seem to understand the meaning of death. Looks like we'll have to give him a crash course." Dante said, taking out his shotgun.

Woohoo! I'm back baby. I've managed to redo the RE3 portion of the Raccoon City incident, and will try to continue my updates as i'm able. Don't expect miracles, but I'll try to continue getting out chapters more regularly. Stay tuned for Chapter 10: Memento Mori