*Raccoon City~Office of the Mayor*
Sept. 27.
You know, it's really hard to think over all the gunshots. Too many gunshots. All of the zombies everywhere, it's amazing that things could have gotten this far out of hand. The Umbrella Director of the Spencer facility had assured me that the experiment would be contained to a select few neighborhoods. That was the agreement anyway. But later he had said that the directors wanted to see the effect on a citywide scale. They just released it througout the whole city without permission. Heh well at least the money was worth it. Ah, The Money. A cool 2 billion dollars offered to me in exchange for permission to run the experiment. They offered 45 million more after they released it to the whole city. Naturally I took it. But I cant help thinking if it was worth it. I can hear more of my gaurds die as the creatures kill them. I can hear the sickening crunch of a spine being snapped and innards being spilled. The Umbrella commando with me assures me that we will be safe from them. He tells me that it wont be long now before the helicopter arrives. While the citizens of my city fight and die, I get to walk. Just walk away from it all. What a life eh? The Chief of Police, Brian Irons thinks that I dont know anything about the Umbrella incidents here. Oh how wrong he is. I had provided authorization to run the experiment before he even knew about the T and G viruses. Even as we speak the U.B.C.S are taking measures to falsify my death. Irons and the Feds will think I died here in this hell hole of Raccoon City. After we are retrived, I think that I will go to South America somewhere. Maybe Chile. I can hear the whirr of helicopter blades now. The searchlights of the chopper are bright in the room. The door bursts and six-maybe seven-zombies stumble through. The soldier does his best to fight them off. All I can do is laugh out loud at his efforts as three zombies chew through his neck. What a sick, twisted person I've become. I duck as Umbrella troops crash into the room and begin firing away. 'it's time to go.' One tells me. I pick up my suitcase and toss this paper onto my desk. Two more soldiers are killed as I get on. The door shuts and I will be gone. Good bye forever Raccoon City.
-Micheal Warren
Sept. 27.
You know, it's really hard to think over all the gunshots. Too many gunshots. All of the zombies everywhere, it's amazing that things could have gotten this far out of hand. The Umbrella Director of the Spencer facility had assured me that the experiment would be contained to a select few neighborhoods. That was the agreement anyway. But later he had said that the directors wanted to see the effect on a citywide scale. They just released it througout the whole city without permission. Heh well at least the money was worth it. Ah, The Money. A cool 2 billion dollars offered to me in exchange for permission to run the experiment. They offered 45 million more after they released it to the whole city. Naturally I took it. But I cant help thinking if it was worth it. I can hear more of my gaurds die as the creatures kill them. I can hear the sickening crunch of a spine being snapped and innards being spilled. The Umbrella commando with me assures me that we will be safe from them. He tells me that it wont be long now before the helicopter arrives. While the citizens of my city fight and die, I get to walk. Just walk away from it all. What a life eh? The Chief of Police, Brian Irons thinks that I dont know anything about the Umbrella incidents here. Oh how wrong he is. I had provided authorization to run the experiment before he even knew about the T and G viruses. Even as we speak the U.B.C.S are taking measures to falsify my death. Irons and the Feds will think I died here in this hell hole of Raccoon City. After we are retrived, I think that I will go to South America somewhere. Maybe Chile. I can hear the whirr of helicopter blades now. The searchlights of the chopper are bright in the room. The door bursts and six-maybe seven-zombies stumble through. The soldier does his best to fight them off. All I can do is laugh out loud at his efforts as three zombies chew through his neck. What a sick, twisted person I've become. I duck as Umbrella troops crash into the room and begin firing away. 'it's time to go.' One tells me. I pick up my suitcase and toss this paper onto my desk. Two more soldiers are killed as I get on. The door shuts and I will be gone. Good bye forever Raccoon City.
-Micheal Warren