I ran over to where Sara lay, careful to sidestep the cannibal. I asked
if she was all right and she told me she was fine except that the man had
scratched her. It didn't look too bad, so we just bandaged it up and waited
for the police and ambulance to arrive. We sat there looking at the man in
disbelief. I shot him in the knee and it didn't even faze him. It was not
comprehendible. By the time the ambulance got to my apartment most of the
3rd floor smelled like him. The ambulance checked Sara out and told her and I that she had to go to the hospital to get the scratch further analyzed. I told her I'd visit her as soon as I could, but first I wanted to talk to Police Chief Irons. We said our goodbyes and I took my Tacoma to go see Chief Irons.
It was 10:00 by the time I got to the Police station. I told the guy at the counter I was a journalist and I wanted to ask Chief Irons a couple of questions about the Cannibal disease. The man said that Irons couldn't be bothered, so I decided to have a look around myself. When the guy at the counter wasn't looking, I stepped into the waiting room because it had a no entry sign, which I found odd for a waiting room. I looked around and noticed a strange typewriter. I read a note that had been hastily typed, but for some reason left behind. It read:
[[Chief Irons,
I'm leaving this note for you to find. This is a high-ranking official from the Umbrella
Corporation. My name is an unnecessary risk, so call me U. While I know that
Umbrella's interests are somewhere on the top of your list of things of importance, I
don't believe you're taking us seriously enough. The incidents of the Virus in the city are
growing and it is in your best interest to make them stop. Don't consider this a threat on
your life, rather, a warning. If you cannot comply with what we feel needs to be done, we
will take you out of office and replace you with someone who can. Remember, Alice and
Anubis open the gates.
-U-]]
I took this strange note out of the machine and headed out of the room. I left the RCPD building, got into my Tacoma, and went home. When I got home my answering machine was blinking. I took off my shirt and pressed the button.
[[Jack? This is Sara. It's too late for me, but you still have a chance. I have been
infected with the cannibal disease. But it's much more than a disease. It's a virus. I will
die soon; rather, I will become one of them. I am being held by Umbrella. They are.
(Hey bitch, get off of the phone! Who are you talking to?) Get out of your house! They
know you kn.]]
The line went dead. I grabbed my shirt, leather jacket, and gun and left my apartment. I ran down the hall. I pressed the elevator button and waited for it to arrive. I heard the ping of the elevator and saw two men with handguns. I bolted down the hall in the opposite direction. I took the stairs two at a time and hit the lobby at full speed. I jumped into my Tacoma and sped off. I saw the two men in my rear view mirror. They took aim and fired at me. The bullets zinged off of the back of my truck. I had to get to the Raccoon Press building.
3rd floor smelled like him. The ambulance checked Sara out and told her and I that she had to go to the hospital to get the scratch further analyzed. I told her I'd visit her as soon as I could, but first I wanted to talk to Police Chief Irons. We said our goodbyes and I took my Tacoma to go see Chief Irons.
It was 10:00 by the time I got to the Police station. I told the guy at the counter I was a journalist and I wanted to ask Chief Irons a couple of questions about the Cannibal disease. The man said that Irons couldn't be bothered, so I decided to have a look around myself. When the guy at the counter wasn't looking, I stepped into the waiting room because it had a no entry sign, which I found odd for a waiting room. I looked around and noticed a strange typewriter. I read a note that had been hastily typed, but for some reason left behind. It read:
[[Chief Irons,
I'm leaving this note for you to find. This is a high-ranking official from the Umbrella
Corporation. My name is an unnecessary risk, so call me U. While I know that
Umbrella's interests are somewhere on the top of your list of things of importance, I
don't believe you're taking us seriously enough. The incidents of the Virus in the city are
growing and it is in your best interest to make them stop. Don't consider this a threat on
your life, rather, a warning. If you cannot comply with what we feel needs to be done, we
will take you out of office and replace you with someone who can. Remember, Alice and
Anubis open the gates.
-U-]]
I took this strange note out of the machine and headed out of the room. I left the RCPD building, got into my Tacoma, and went home. When I got home my answering machine was blinking. I took off my shirt and pressed the button.
[[Jack? This is Sara. It's too late for me, but you still have a chance. I have been
infected with the cannibal disease. But it's much more than a disease. It's a virus. I will
die soon; rather, I will become one of them. I am being held by Umbrella. They are.
(Hey bitch, get off of the phone! Who are you talking to?) Get out of your house! They
know you kn.]]
The line went dead. I grabbed my shirt, leather jacket, and gun and left my apartment. I ran down the hall. I pressed the elevator button and waited for it to arrive. I heard the ping of the elevator and saw two men with handguns. I bolted down the hall in the opposite direction. I took the stairs two at a time and hit the lobby at full speed. I jumped into my Tacoma and sped off. I saw the two men in my rear view mirror. They took aim and fired at me. The bullets zinged off of the back of my truck. I had to get to the Raccoon Press building.