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.
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.
