It could not be hidden anymore. Attacks by the viscous cannibals plagued
Raccoon. Twelve people in all have died so far. Umbrella was running out of excuses. It
was either an evil cult in the woods. Or just some messed up psychos were performing
the attacks. But then there were also the reported wild animal attacks. Oh it was just some
dog with rabies or something. Mad dogs were common in the summer. And stupidly the
press bought it. Ignorant bastards. Victor knew the truth but couldn't say it. The truth was
that some of the test subjects had gotten out of the Spencer Mansion after the outbreak.
The cause was right in front of their faces and they just wrote what Umbrella told them.
They will pay with their lives if they aren't careful...
A telephone ring woke me up from my daydream. It was the pompous Mr.
Jackson. "Matthew's", he barked.

"Yes sir Mr. Jackson".

"I want you to go and check out one of the attack bodies down at the morgue.
This one was found yesterday in the park. Supposedly he was with Umbrella security
down here at the plant. I want you to go and identify the body. And Matthew's, bring a
piece".

And with that he hung up. Now I was really confused. Identifying the body was standard,
but why did Jackson want me to bring a gun. I complied and got into my work clothes.
Black Asante shoes, a present from Mr. Trent, black pants, black shirt, black tie and his
black sports coat. Of course I wore my ID tag. A pass that had an ugly picture of me on it
and that it stated my Chief of Security role at Umbrella.
I arrived at the hospital around 2 in the afternoon, went through security and
flashed my id card, and went to the front desk and asked the secretary which way the
autopsy room is. When I arrived in the room the doctor was there to greet me.

"Hello their Mr. Matthew's. I am glad you came, cause I can't make heads or tails of it
myself".

I looked down in disgust at the sight on the table. Thirty-year-old Andrew
Ignasky lie before me. His face completely distorted. But he had on a set of dog
Tags. I knew that Andrew always wore the dog tags of his late grandfather who served in
W.W.II. His stomach was missing too. Everything. Gone, Intestine, liver and kidneys. All
gone. There were also bite marks on his arms and neck. According to the doctor he was
found not to far from the Raccoon Forest. Passerbies had seen dozens of birds pecking at
something and reported it. The police were confused as hell and called for the experts at
Umbrella. Then it struck me like a blow to the stomach. One of the test subjects at the
Spencer Estate must have gotten out. Victor had a feeling it was one of Umbrella's
twisted experiments that was behind the death of one of Raccoons citizens.

"What do you think the cause of death was Mr. Matthew's?"

The doctor was staring right into my eyes, as if he knew what I was thinking. I thought of
the quickest thing to say.

"Besides the severe blood loss and trauma, I would have to say that this man was eaten,
alive. Do you need anything else from me, because I need to get back to work."

The doctor still had a puzzled look on his face but replied, "No. All we needed you to do
was to identify the body. Plus I need to get started on the autopsy".

I then left the doctor and returned to my office. I arrived at the front desk around 4 in the
afternoon. I went up to my office and Jackson was they're waiting for me.

"So what did you see", Jackson said.

"Well it was Ignasky. He seemed to have been eaten alive."
Jackson sat there, puffing on his always-lit cigar.

"So what do you think of how our experiments work. Pretty efficient, huh".

I looked at him with utter disgust.

"That man was my friend you sick twisted fuck. And you just threw him out like
yesterdays trash. How can you just sit there and look me in the face after what you
created."

Jackson sat there and pondered on what I had said. And with his smug attitude he replied,
"Because I can. And there isn't a thing you or anybody else can do about it." Outraged by
these comments I stormed out of the office. And as I left Jackson let out a sickening
laugh.