CHAPTER 5: September 20

More and more attacks were happening. The police were still be used as

Umbrella puppets and Umbrella just covered up every attack. My

conscience was messing with my mind. Driving me crazy. Should I tell the

Fed's about Umbrella? Or maybe Umbrella had already bought them out. Bribery

seemed to be what Umbrella was selling, not medicine. Whatever I wanted

to do, I needed to do it fast. I've been noticing cars following me home. Circling my

house. Like Umbrella knew what I was thinking. Impossible to believe, but with

Umbrella, they didn't know the word. But rest to sure their secret should be out

soon. According to this morning's briefing, the special S.T.A.R.S squad was

going out to search for the so-called "evil cult" in the woods that were supposedly

doing the attacks. Morons will believe anything. But they cannot escape the

mystery of the Spencer estate. They have to search it. Bring Umbrella to its

knees...

I startled at the sound of my wife's frightened voice. I rushed out

of bed and down the stairs to the sight of his wife's crying face. "What happened,

what's wrong", I barked. "Someone just called, and said for you to back off

or bad things will happen and then just hung up", Mary said. My face

became as red with anger then ever. "That its, its time to spread the word. Its

time to bring Umbrella down".

Chapter 6: September 25

"Shoot them up boys. Keep the fire on". Myself and a few handfuls of the

police squad are inside the RPD building, firing outside the window.

Dozens and dozens of the "freaks" are trying to get inside for a meal. They are

piling on top and are breaking through the barricades. A few of them are inside

and the screaming of the cops is unbearable. "Screw it. Fall back. Back to the

main hall. Covering fire, two man spread lets move it". I agreed with Sgt.

Nick Carlson and began to follow him down the hall. We continued our fire and

waited for the others to get behind the door. The west barricade finally cracked and

twenty zombies began their march down the hall. Two rookies are the only ones

left in the hall. One of them trips and falls and his gun discharges into his leg. He

is fine and tries to get back up but the other cop shoots his other leg. He gives

him a sick grin and runs to the door and him and the others nail the door shut

and bolt it. They can hear the screams as the rookie is ripped to pieces.

"Barricade it good!" The last lock is set and the squad finally has some

time to rest. There are only twenty-two of them left. Basically ranging in rookies,

but Sgt. Carlson can lead any men into a fight. We are running low on ammo and

some are fighting with empty shotguns as clubs. We found out that the head is

weak, and any strong blow to it can render them dead. We can thank Chief Irons

for the low ammo. That freaking psycho had the ammunition spread throughout

the police station. Possibly to cause confusion among his officers. He probably

thinks that everyone is against him, so if he was going to die, he was going to

bring everyone else with him. It's been about two days now, fighting through this

nightmare. Irons is missing, Umbrella seems to have high tailed it out of here and

they zombies control the streets. There has to be another way out of town. The

streets are blocked off and a report of "giant creatures" in the sewers pretty much

takes that route out of commission. A Tylenol sounds pretty good right now. This

ongoing headache is unbearable. The pounding on the door brought me back to

reality. "Jesus they are breaking through. And the same goes for the front door

too. The unstoppable freaks were beating down the west wing door and the front

door. Pretty soon this lobby is going to be one big slaughterhouse".

"Sgt we have to move now", yelled one of his officers. "We are just one

big hot lunch ready to happen. We need a game plan now". Carlson stares at the

man for a bit and fires a bullet into the officers head. "The day that son of a bitch

tells me what to do is the day hell freezes over". With that no one dared to say

another word.

"Jesus Christ Nick, what in God's name do you think you are doing". Nick cocks an evil grin at Victor and puts the gun to his head. "You

dare question my authority. Do you want to be next". I stared down Nick into

submission. "If you are going to shoot me, shoot me. But if your not then put the

gun down and get your head on straight". Nick put the gun down and began to

break down.

"Fuck this whole town. And fuck you Vic". Two gunshots ring out and Nick

falls over.

The men were in shock and all I could do was stare down at the floor. A loud crash

rang out and legions of the undead stepped into the lobby.