I was driving down the street and I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting a young girl stumbling across the street. Wait a second. Stumbling. I thought about it and looked at her real closely. She had what looked like rotting flesh hanging from a gaping wound in her neck. She turned and looked at me with blank eyes. It was as if she was searching for something. She headed towards the door of my truck and started to scratch. I pulled out my gun and placed it beside me as I took off. I continued down the street and I saw a figure huddled in the street. I figured a car had hit someone. Now, I couldn't rule out the Cannibal Disease, or, as I have been recently informed, a Virus. But as I came closer I could see it was female and she was holding something. I parked my truck and put my gun in the back of my jeans. I went up to her and asked if she was okay. She continued to bend over whatever it was. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned. Blood was dripping from her mouth. Reddish drool dripped from her mouth. She lunged at me and I pulled my gun out and shot her point blank in the head. Her rotting blood splattered all over my face. I nearly puked. The smell was unbearable. I got back into my truck and headed towards the Raccoon Press building.

As soon as I got there I could tell something was wrong. The lights were all out and someone was always there working. I got out of my truck and holding the gun in front of me I opened the door to the building. I walked up the stairs to the Chief Editors office. I saw Kyle Lorent. He was on the ground, lying in a pool of blood. At this point I knew something was very wrong. Just then I heard the sound of metal crunching. I looked outside the window and saw that looters had totaled my truck. I had no way to leave the city now. I knew something had gone terribly wrong and now I was determined to find out what.

I turned to a computer in the room and looked up the Umbrella Corporation. All I could find was Umbrella helps this and Umbrella helps that. I was just about to give up when I noticed a link to an employees' page. All I needed was a password and a user name. I searched through all the papers on the desk and then remembered the note stuffed in my pocket.

[[Remember, Alice and Anubis open the gates]].

I typed in Alice for username

and Anubis as Password.

[[Verifying password. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Hello Alice]].

I went to employee E-mail and retyped the password.

Message 1

[[Preliminary test results show the T-virus unsuccessful at reviving the dead fully intact.

However, tests have shown that the dead can be revived but are considered extremely

dangerous.]]

Message 2

[[Hello Alice, this is "U". I believe there may be a problem at the Arklay Labs. I fear

there may have been a spill. We will bribe Irons to ignore any instances of infection.

Destroy any evidence you can before this gets out of hand. Umbrella's counting on you.]]

Message 3

[[You have failed your mission Alice. This does not please our higher ups. To keep the

Raccoon City citizens happy, Irons is sending a S.T.A.R.S. team to snoop around. Since

you failed, Albert Wesker will head the team, and keep them away from any proof of our

involvement. Afterwards, he will clean up the mess YOU left behind. Starting August 25th,

you and your account with Umbrella will be terminated.]]

I logged out, my head swimming with questions. What did Umbrella have to do with this? How did Chief Irons get involved? And, is this why I couldn't talk to him? I decided to get some answers, but first, I needed to get to the hospital to get Sara. I walked past Kyle and another wave of sadness passed over me. If this was Umbrella's fault, I would make them pay. As I reached down to close Kyle's unseeing eyes, he grabbed me. I stumbled back and he spoke. "Um.brella came here. Their goons sho.t me. Leave the ci.ty whi.le you can." I walked over to him and shook him. It was no use. This time he really was gone.