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Civilian's diary

September 22, 1998

I've been hearing rumors on the news about a "cannibal disease" affecting Raccoon city the last week or so. I told my friend, Elliot about it at the sewage treatment plant, he dismissed it as a next-generation version of the Orson Welles flying-saucer hoax of 38. I take that as a fact, but the news has not reported a single broadcast that wasn't true. I left work & couldn't get home because of traffic, I was listening to the radio when I learned some High-school jock was attacked last night, that cannibal cult must be back. I also heard more on the war in Bosnia, isn't there anything happy going on in this world?

September 23, 1998

I saw Elliot again today, he spent half the day at work scratching himself, he said that he was checking the plumbing system when a rat bit him on the arm, he had to get rabies shots & was still feeling the pain from those. Not a good combination.

September 24, 1998

Elliot showed up for work for only half the day, he had gotten some blisters since yesterday, & he was complaining of nausea. Not only that, when I listened to the radio, it said that the Feds declared Martial law last night. When I drove out to the outskirts of town, a couple of army guys stopped me. What the hell?

September 25, 1998

I took the day off from work today so I could go to the Police station & get some answers. To my luck, the chief of Police was in the main hall. I went over to the Chief & in an angry tone demanded to know what the hell was going on here. In twice as harsh a tone, he threatened to kill me. He backed his threat up with a .38 special pointing at my head. After a few long, tense seconds, he put it away knowing there were plenty of witnesses milling about. I just know I'm not voting for him next election. I went to Grill 13 to cool off, but when I got there, it was closed, some guy said the manager was killed in the police station for some reason & that he stole a pair of jewels from the Century clock at City hall.

September 27, 1998

My life is over... Last night at around a quarter til' 7, these ghouls appeared out of nowhere & wreaked havoc all over town. They killed everyone they could find, it's as if they were...zombies. I stole a gun & a box of bullets from the Kendo gun place, to think that I supported banning these things. It won't matter though, the things ate my Doberman, Curly & tried to get into my apartment, I escaped & hid in the liquor store across the street & found some more ammo & another gun. My only chance is to get out of the city but I don't think that's a realistic goal.

September 28, 1998

Those things are banging on the windows, there are at least 4 of them at my count, there are definitely more though. I've seen the movies to know what I need to know, these things won't die unless you shoot them in the head, though I've never tried it. I know they're going to break through, & soon. I heard the window crack, I want to take the cowards way out but I was raised Catholic & suicide is a mortal sin. I'm just going to hold off here, & hope that I can fend them off if they break through...