A room in the distance flickered, with some kind of unatural light blue. As I drew closer, the faint sound of voices became
appearant. I began to move faster, as it became clear this was a television, perhaps I could find some answers. But as I did
the scent of death filled me, rancid, choking. The door was only slighty open but was enough for he to open it with ease. As
I did I put the collar of my jacket sleves to my nose and attempted to hold, my breath.
The door opened slowly, swinging round and creaking. I didn't really know what to expect, perhaps a dead pet or perhaps a
bird, had flown in through an open window, then found it impossible to escape. But as I entered, the fear of God entered me,
there sloughted over a large metal chair was a big man, in his early fifties, dead. Not only dead but decaying, from the
site of it must have been over 4 months, skin had begun to rot from his face, old crushy blood dripped from one of his
fingers that lay close to the ground, his eyelids open, the pupils non existant. He wore a clothes similar to the ones a
security guard does, with a small name tag over the left side of his chest. "Warden, Eugine harah".
I grabbed a near by metal pole, and with the intent of proding him with it, but it slipped through my fingers and fell to
the ground. I drew back as I saw blood slime down my fingers and drip onto my jacket. It looked like already I had stumbled
onto a murder, apart from the fact the blood was fresh on the pole and around the corspe of the old man. I didn't understand,
the question flooded my head, already filled with questions, "What had happened here ?".
An uneasiness filled me, death didn't seem to be something I enjoyed, dispute the gun I held in my jacket pocket. As I sat on
the bed facing the man, I stared at his blank eyes, and he stared back. I glanced downwards, the corspe held a postcard
in one of his limp hands. It took a few seconds of pulling but I finally managed it to pry it from his cold hand.
On the front was a picture of what seemed to be a very gothic building, A big highlighted sign proclaimed that it was
the "Raccon City, Libary". I flipped the card over,
"Dear Eugine,
As many of us have suspected for a number of years the Umbrella mansion, is more than meets the eye. Too many people have
gone missing passing through it, to many multilated corspes have been thrown out of it. We cannot fight this war, like we
have before. All we precious few can do is simply run from it. It is a cowards choice, yes. But it is that or death. Why may
you ask, that this has come all of a sudden ? S.T.A.R.S, the towns protectors, countless times they have saved this fair
city. After they recently, investigated said Mansion, they found something much worst than anyone could have suspected.
I have a simple plea, of you, my oldest friend, listen to my reason, meet me in the Towns largest libary, the one to the
side of 38th street.
Yours hopefully,
Jack biant
P.S. God save our souls".
"Umbrella", the word ghosted in my mind, as if trying to release something of my past. The stink of the knife jabbing into
my head crushed me and I let out a crippling scream and I glutched my head tearing at my hair like an wild animal, I fell
back on the bed and I twisted and pulled myself downwards like a snake. I didn't like this feeling so familiar the first
familiar thing I had ever felt, Pangs of pain everywere, everypart of my body. I blindly crushed anything that got into my
way, until there was calm in my head again. I stopped the rambling of voices in my mind, until it was one picture one simple
image, the same man I had seen in the mirror not an hour ago, he looked at me, his eyes a deep scarlet, tears ran down his
face,
"TX-20013" over and over again he said, his hand lay now on my shoulder, before lunging forward at me,
I felt a clammy unatural hand grap hold of my shirt and knock me from where I sat to the ground. Without a second thought,
I reacted quickly reaching for my gun inside my jacket pocket.
The grip on my gun loosened, as my eyes laid themself on my attacker, the warden......... the dead warden.
A blank look crossed his eyes and he stumbled with a limp towards, me. The bleeding, rancid body lunged at me again. But
instead recieved a swift boot to it's large stomach. It fell back through a different door than I had come through earlier
and crashed into what seemed to be a balcony edge. In one movement I grapped hold of my gun and fired to bullet straight
forward creating two large holes inside the former wardens skull and also providing enough push to knock him over the
side.
After a few seconds of waiting, I heard a large crunch as his body smashed into the cold hard ground, then came the echoes.
I stood up a followed the path of my vitcim and looked downwards.
appearant. I began to move faster, as it became clear this was a television, perhaps I could find some answers. But as I did
the scent of death filled me, rancid, choking. The door was only slighty open but was enough for he to open it with ease. As
I did I put the collar of my jacket sleves to my nose and attempted to hold, my breath.
The door opened slowly, swinging round and creaking. I didn't really know what to expect, perhaps a dead pet or perhaps a
bird, had flown in through an open window, then found it impossible to escape. But as I entered, the fear of God entered me,
there sloughted over a large metal chair was a big man, in his early fifties, dead. Not only dead but decaying, from the
site of it must have been over 4 months, skin had begun to rot from his face, old crushy blood dripped from one of his
fingers that lay close to the ground, his eyelids open, the pupils non existant. He wore a clothes similar to the ones a
security guard does, with a small name tag over the left side of his chest. "Warden, Eugine harah".
I grabbed a near by metal pole, and with the intent of proding him with it, but it slipped through my fingers and fell to
the ground. I drew back as I saw blood slime down my fingers and drip onto my jacket. It looked like already I had stumbled
onto a murder, apart from the fact the blood was fresh on the pole and around the corspe of the old man. I didn't understand,
the question flooded my head, already filled with questions, "What had happened here ?".
An uneasiness filled me, death didn't seem to be something I enjoyed, dispute the gun I held in my jacket pocket. As I sat on
the bed facing the man, I stared at his blank eyes, and he stared back. I glanced downwards, the corspe held a postcard
in one of his limp hands. It took a few seconds of pulling but I finally managed it to pry it from his cold hand.
On the front was a picture of what seemed to be a very gothic building, A big highlighted sign proclaimed that it was
the "Raccon City, Libary". I flipped the card over,
"Dear Eugine,
As many of us have suspected for a number of years the Umbrella mansion, is more than meets the eye. Too many people have
gone missing passing through it, to many multilated corspes have been thrown out of it. We cannot fight this war, like we
have before. All we precious few can do is simply run from it. It is a cowards choice, yes. But it is that or death. Why may
you ask, that this has come all of a sudden ? S.T.A.R.S, the towns protectors, countless times they have saved this fair
city. After they recently, investigated said Mansion, they found something much worst than anyone could have suspected.
I have a simple plea, of you, my oldest friend, listen to my reason, meet me in the Towns largest libary, the one to the
side of 38th street.
Yours hopefully,
Jack biant
P.S. God save our souls".
"Umbrella", the word ghosted in my mind, as if trying to release something of my past. The stink of the knife jabbing into
my head crushed me and I let out a crippling scream and I glutched my head tearing at my hair like an wild animal, I fell
back on the bed and I twisted and pulled myself downwards like a snake. I didn't like this feeling so familiar the first
familiar thing I had ever felt, Pangs of pain everywere, everypart of my body. I blindly crushed anything that got into my
way, until there was calm in my head again. I stopped the rambling of voices in my mind, until it was one picture one simple
image, the same man I had seen in the mirror not an hour ago, he looked at me, his eyes a deep scarlet, tears ran down his
face,
"TX-20013" over and over again he said, his hand lay now on my shoulder, before lunging forward at me,
I felt a clammy unatural hand grap hold of my shirt and knock me from where I sat to the ground. Without a second thought,
I reacted quickly reaching for my gun inside my jacket pocket.
The grip on my gun loosened, as my eyes laid themself on my attacker, the warden......... the dead warden.
A blank look crossed his eyes and he stumbled with a limp towards, me. The bleeding, rancid body lunged at me again. But
instead recieved a swift boot to it's large stomach. It fell back through a different door than I had come through earlier
and crashed into what seemed to be a balcony edge. In one movement I grapped hold of my gun and fired to bullet straight
forward creating two large holes inside the former wardens skull and also providing enough push to knock him over the
side.
After a few seconds of waiting, I heard a large crunch as his body smashed into the cold hard ground, then came the echoes.
I stood up a followed the path of my vitcim and looked downwards.