The candle has allmost burned out. I think to myself. I have been here for
2 days. Raccoon city has been taken over by Umbrella and the only thing i
can do is sit here in my cheap apartment.There are no lights in my small
room instead i have it dimly lit by candles on the floor just infront of my
feet. I can hear the groans outside my windows which my curtains now cover
the fear of one of the hungry undeads seeing me. Im sitting on an arm chair
like a madman staring into the blankess of my wall paper torn walls. I
should have left for europe with the others but i couldnt leave Jill
behind. Shes probably dead now anyway so it doesnt matter now i am probably
the only survivor. The only thing keeping me entertained is the cold
breathe i watch breathe out my mouth like a psycho killer. But im not a
psycho killer im a good guy. I didnt do anything its all Umbrella and i
cant do anything about it. I will just wait here for my death, My slow
painful death of wivvering away in this chair i sit on. I havent said or
spoken a word since i came here for shelter. I only move from my chair when
i go to the fridge and get something to eat or maybe to use the bathroom.
The bathroom is a sore site. Blood stains my sink along with fragments of
skull and flesh still scattered in the bath.
My name is Tom Reardon, a member of S.T.A.R.S Alpha supposed to be protecting a city. But there is no longer a city. It is rubble and smashed up cars are strayed against the pavements. I remember still trying. Trying to get the civilians into the theatre. When we got there it was locked and people just went out of control. They ran screaming all over the place and some into back alleys where i never saw them come out again. I fear i have let this place down. And theres nothing i can do or go. Marvin...Marvin Branagh my friend had fought beside me. Marvin you were a great guy. You allways lent me a quarter to get a soda and allways spoke to me when iw as lonely by my desk. And now you are probably a rotting corpse just like the others, a walking corpse that adds more stench to the RPD. I cant help going back to when the outbreak began. Im allways thinking of ways i could of helped. Allways going back to the same statement...What If? What If? WHAT FUCKING IF?! What if i picked up that fucking box of shotgun shells or what if i would of fucking went to kendo's gun shop! Anything, even the slightest thing could of changed fate. I should of went to Kendo's...My custom magnums i left there to be polished but i couldnt be bothered to go there incase i compromised anything i didnt want to see. I cant help myself...the memories keep flashing back to me and i am forced to picture the whole thing out all over again.
Me & Marvin were still in the RPD trying to force the zombies out to keep the building as a safe house. Marvin was boarding up the windows and i was pointing the shotgun out of the windows firing at anything that came close to range. My gunfire werent the only sound. There was allways gun shots happening and a scream every now and again. Marvin had finished nailing up a plank and began hammering in a new one.
"Tom this ones allmost finished just hold them off a little while longer" He said to me
The window wasnt completely covered there were still gaps but atleast the zombies wouldnt break through.
The hammering stop and Marvin tucked the hammer into his pocket and pullet out his Beretta
"Ok we are done here lets get to the main lobby!"
We were both running now the pistol clutched in his hand and the shotgun swung over my shoulder.
We both stopped dead in our tracks as we heard a shrill scream of a man. No man would scream like that unless something like his nuts were chopped off. We burst through the door and saw that one of the officers that was boarding up the hallway windows was trying to push the planks of would back up as other hands from outside the smashed window was trying to push them on him. The foul rotten arms of zombies was pushing down the boarding on the officer and we knew we had to help him. We both ran over to help. Marvin and the officer pushed the planks back up and i stuck my shotgun through the gaps and unloaded 2 scatter shots into there mindless bodies. Some of the blood spattered against my face but i couldnt be bothered to wipe it off and to be truthful it kind of felt good. Made me feel tough and confident which raises my spirits a bit.
Marvin begin hammering in a few nails along with the help of the other officer. When they had finished i looked at the officer. He was young. Early twentys. I smiled at him.
"Keep your guard up" I said to him. Hopefully to raise a bit of majority
He smiled at me. Marvin tapped my shoulder.
"How many shells have you got left in the shotgun?"
"About 3 are loaded and 1 in my belt"
"Go into the stars room and see what you get in the ammunition cuboard"
I nodded at him and began back tracking through the boarded up hallway. I ran as fast i could still cocking the shotgun over my shoulder. I ran all through different halls and then finally ran up the stairs and along the corridor and finally end up outside the stars room. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. Funny it smelt of coffee unlike the rest of the building which smelt like rotten fruit. Everyones desks was normal. Chris, Jill,Barry,Rebecca,Mine and even that traitor bastard Wesker had his desk with paper work stacked high. I walked to my desk and searched my drawers. The only things i could find was a wallet & a Iron Maiden cd. I put the wallet in one of my utility belt pockets and made sure it was buttoned up. Now i was ready to open the ammunition cuboard and see what goodie awaited for me. Maybe a magnum or machine gun. In fact i remember Barry last putting a magnum in their. I unslid the bolt and opened the wide doors. A magnum and a box of desert eagle .45 rounds. I picked up the rounds knowing i would go to Kendo's later on to quickly grab my desert eagles and quickly trot back to the RPD. I left the magnum. Incase another officer needed it. Besides it was a bit too weak for me. I was about to walk out when i looked at Wesker's desk. Fuck it i thought. No ones going to miss his paper work.
I walked over to the huge stack of papers and kicked them. I kicked them all over his desk. And then i kicked the actual desk and my combat boot easily smashed through the soft wood. When i was satisfied that i had fucked his desk up i began to make my way out when i heard gun fire. It came from beyond the entrance to the room. I gripped the shotgun to my shoulder and opened the door in a rush scanning my shotgun through out the cold greyed hallway when the vision of a cop crouching over the body of another cop. The cop was eating the corpse of the other officer and sticking his face into the bloody mess in his face,It had obviously been mutilated. The zombie hadnt noticed me which was good but i was debating if i should take the shot and waste the little ammo i had left or ignore it. I Turned my shotgun upside down and marched over there like i had nothing to fear. I smacked the butt into its decaying head and its RPD hat fell off revealing torn scalp and mouldy flesh. Another smack and it fell to the floor. I began smashing its skull in before it could get up adn finalyl i heard the wet scrunch of bone and flesh and i realised its featurless eye had allmost popped out as it was squashed to bits and had swelled out of its socket. I couldnt help but feeling good. That easy kill had made me feel in control of my life again. I checked the dead officers hand to see if it had a gun. Nope. Then who did the gun fire come from then?. Theres allways gun fire and the sounds of shotguns but this had been close by.
"Hello?!" I shouted hoping to get a response
My own voice echoed through and it gave me a paranoid feeling
"Where the fuck are you?!" I shouted again
But still nothing
"Why dont you bastards ever fucking listen to me?!" And then i screamed to myself
Someone must of ran through and had a quick pop at the other dead by the loosk of his face and dodged the other one. I jogged round to the corner and noticed the door was open. Every RPD officer in the building knew not to leave a door open since the incident occured. We must allways close them behind us, Which means this was a stranger. I closed the door and began jogging my way to the lobby. I saw a few officers on the way. Some firing guns out of the windows whilst the others boarded them up. The rest were corpses on the floor.
Finally i got to the lobby or roughly known as the RPD hall which is usually buzzing with noise usually angry convicts and officers talking amongst each other but not it was a dead zone. The lobby was huge and above were 3 balconys stretching all across the walls along with a giant statue of a woman carrying a jug. It allways scared me and wondered what kind of things lived in that pot. Probably cock roaches the size of brazil. I noticed Marvin at the double doored entrance of the RPD clutching his beretta. I ran over to him.
"Did you find anything?" He asked me
"Yeah...A load of rounds for my desert eagles, and a few corpses"
"Did you see anything strange at all?"
I was going to tell him about a stranger in the RPD but going on a man hunt for something un-irrevelant to protecting the remaining officers in the building was a waste of time.
"Look around you Marv theres a live George Romero script outside"
"No im serious i saw an asian woman in a red dress on the 2nd balcony"
That explained it.
"Probably a civilian and nothing to worry about, look i have to make a run for Kendo's, are you going to back me up?"
"Yeah im ready no stopping ok?"
"I only have a few rounds anyway so lets try dodge most compromises" I said and unslung the shotgun from my shoulder and put my finger on the trigger.
My name is Tom Reardon, a member of S.T.A.R.S Alpha supposed to be protecting a city. But there is no longer a city. It is rubble and smashed up cars are strayed against the pavements. I remember still trying. Trying to get the civilians into the theatre. When we got there it was locked and people just went out of control. They ran screaming all over the place and some into back alleys where i never saw them come out again. I fear i have let this place down. And theres nothing i can do or go. Marvin...Marvin Branagh my friend had fought beside me. Marvin you were a great guy. You allways lent me a quarter to get a soda and allways spoke to me when iw as lonely by my desk. And now you are probably a rotting corpse just like the others, a walking corpse that adds more stench to the RPD. I cant help going back to when the outbreak began. Im allways thinking of ways i could of helped. Allways going back to the same statement...What If? What If? WHAT FUCKING IF?! What if i picked up that fucking box of shotgun shells or what if i would of fucking went to kendo's gun shop! Anything, even the slightest thing could of changed fate. I should of went to Kendo's...My custom magnums i left there to be polished but i couldnt be bothered to go there incase i compromised anything i didnt want to see. I cant help myself...the memories keep flashing back to me and i am forced to picture the whole thing out all over again.
Me & Marvin were still in the RPD trying to force the zombies out to keep the building as a safe house. Marvin was boarding up the windows and i was pointing the shotgun out of the windows firing at anything that came close to range. My gunfire werent the only sound. There was allways gun shots happening and a scream every now and again. Marvin had finished nailing up a plank and began hammering in a new one.
"Tom this ones allmost finished just hold them off a little while longer" He said to me
The window wasnt completely covered there were still gaps but atleast the zombies wouldnt break through.
The hammering stop and Marvin tucked the hammer into his pocket and pullet out his Beretta
"Ok we are done here lets get to the main lobby!"
We were both running now the pistol clutched in his hand and the shotgun swung over my shoulder.
We both stopped dead in our tracks as we heard a shrill scream of a man. No man would scream like that unless something like his nuts were chopped off. We burst through the door and saw that one of the officers that was boarding up the hallway windows was trying to push the planks of would back up as other hands from outside the smashed window was trying to push them on him. The foul rotten arms of zombies was pushing down the boarding on the officer and we knew we had to help him. We both ran over to help. Marvin and the officer pushed the planks back up and i stuck my shotgun through the gaps and unloaded 2 scatter shots into there mindless bodies. Some of the blood spattered against my face but i couldnt be bothered to wipe it off and to be truthful it kind of felt good. Made me feel tough and confident which raises my spirits a bit.
Marvin begin hammering in a few nails along with the help of the other officer. When they had finished i looked at the officer. He was young. Early twentys. I smiled at him.
"Keep your guard up" I said to him. Hopefully to raise a bit of majority
He smiled at me. Marvin tapped my shoulder.
"How many shells have you got left in the shotgun?"
"About 3 are loaded and 1 in my belt"
"Go into the stars room and see what you get in the ammunition cuboard"
I nodded at him and began back tracking through the boarded up hallway. I ran as fast i could still cocking the shotgun over my shoulder. I ran all through different halls and then finally ran up the stairs and along the corridor and finally end up outside the stars room. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. Funny it smelt of coffee unlike the rest of the building which smelt like rotten fruit. Everyones desks was normal. Chris, Jill,Barry,Rebecca,Mine and even that traitor bastard Wesker had his desk with paper work stacked high. I walked to my desk and searched my drawers. The only things i could find was a wallet & a Iron Maiden cd. I put the wallet in one of my utility belt pockets and made sure it was buttoned up. Now i was ready to open the ammunition cuboard and see what goodie awaited for me. Maybe a magnum or machine gun. In fact i remember Barry last putting a magnum in their. I unslid the bolt and opened the wide doors. A magnum and a box of desert eagle .45 rounds. I picked up the rounds knowing i would go to Kendo's later on to quickly grab my desert eagles and quickly trot back to the RPD. I left the magnum. Incase another officer needed it. Besides it was a bit too weak for me. I was about to walk out when i looked at Wesker's desk. Fuck it i thought. No ones going to miss his paper work.
I walked over to the huge stack of papers and kicked them. I kicked them all over his desk. And then i kicked the actual desk and my combat boot easily smashed through the soft wood. When i was satisfied that i had fucked his desk up i began to make my way out when i heard gun fire. It came from beyond the entrance to the room. I gripped the shotgun to my shoulder and opened the door in a rush scanning my shotgun through out the cold greyed hallway when the vision of a cop crouching over the body of another cop. The cop was eating the corpse of the other officer and sticking his face into the bloody mess in his face,It had obviously been mutilated. The zombie hadnt noticed me which was good but i was debating if i should take the shot and waste the little ammo i had left or ignore it. I Turned my shotgun upside down and marched over there like i had nothing to fear. I smacked the butt into its decaying head and its RPD hat fell off revealing torn scalp and mouldy flesh. Another smack and it fell to the floor. I began smashing its skull in before it could get up adn finalyl i heard the wet scrunch of bone and flesh and i realised its featurless eye had allmost popped out as it was squashed to bits and had swelled out of its socket. I couldnt help but feeling good. That easy kill had made me feel in control of my life again. I checked the dead officers hand to see if it had a gun. Nope. Then who did the gun fire come from then?. Theres allways gun fire and the sounds of shotguns but this had been close by.
"Hello?!" I shouted hoping to get a response
My own voice echoed through and it gave me a paranoid feeling
"Where the fuck are you?!" I shouted again
But still nothing
"Why dont you bastards ever fucking listen to me?!" And then i screamed to myself
Someone must of ran through and had a quick pop at the other dead by the loosk of his face and dodged the other one. I jogged round to the corner and noticed the door was open. Every RPD officer in the building knew not to leave a door open since the incident occured. We must allways close them behind us, Which means this was a stranger. I closed the door and began jogging my way to the lobby. I saw a few officers on the way. Some firing guns out of the windows whilst the others boarded them up. The rest were corpses on the floor.
Finally i got to the lobby or roughly known as the RPD hall which is usually buzzing with noise usually angry convicts and officers talking amongst each other but not it was a dead zone. The lobby was huge and above were 3 balconys stretching all across the walls along with a giant statue of a woman carrying a jug. It allways scared me and wondered what kind of things lived in that pot. Probably cock roaches the size of brazil. I noticed Marvin at the double doored entrance of the RPD clutching his beretta. I ran over to him.
"Did you find anything?" He asked me
"Yeah...A load of rounds for my desert eagles, and a few corpses"
"Did you see anything strange at all?"
I was going to tell him about a stranger in the RPD but going on a man hunt for something un-irrevelant to protecting the remaining officers in the building was a waste of time.
"Look around you Marv theres a live George Romero script outside"
"No im serious i saw an asian woman in a red dress on the 2nd balcony"
That explained it.
"Probably a civilian and nothing to worry about, look i have to make a run for Kendo's, are you going to back me up?"
"Yeah im ready no stopping ok?"
"I only have a few rounds anyway so lets try dodge most compromises" I said and unslung the shotgun from my shoulder and put my finger on the trigger.