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(the events of this story take place soon after Jill entered the Umbrella Lab in Resident Evil 3)
The light under the table began to flicker, I slowly looked up, into the bulb. I heard the sound a door opening. I looked, heard, smelled. Cheap cologne, work shoes. It was a man in a suit.
"So, do you remember your name?" He asked me.
"Samuel Riener. Why, where am I. Am I still in the city? Where's Max?" I stood and shouted.
"Sit down Mister Riener. You are out of the city. We found you walking down the highway mumbling. Who's Max?"
"I met him in the city."
"Can you tell us what happened with you in the city?"
"After I finish I want answers. It's a little hazy, but it might come to me:"
My compact car drove by the sign RACOON CITY, and I felt so happy. I was wearing my suit jacket, but had taken my tie off earlier. My hometown, I can still remember how the citizens were like small town people in a big city. Everyone knew your name, barely any crime. It wasn't always like that. Until I was about 7 the city was a crime ridden city. Then an election time came and we got a new mayor, he fixed up everything. Cleaner streets, nicer people, bigger police force. I can't think of his name right now."
"James Gurtine." The man said.
"Thank you. anyways:"
I entered town, everything seemed normal. One thing bothered me, no one was there. Like a ghost town. I parked my car by my old apartment where I went to college. I put my tie on, and stepped out of the car. I looked up at the building, and looked to the diner on the corner. I walked over to it, and opened the door. No one was inside. A barstool was knocked over, so I picked it up and sat it up straight. My eyes looked ahead, and a man stood behind the counter. He had a 9 mil in his hand, and the barrel pointed right in my face. Fear raced in my veins.
"Take it easy buddy. I'm not here to rob the place, remember me? It's Samuel. I lived down the street. It's Ed right?" I said with my hands up. He examined me like I wasn't human.
"Yeah. I do. You picked a worst time to come to town. Have you seen any survivors?" Ed replied. I looked at him strangely.
"Survivors? What are you talking about?"
"You don't know, do you? The city's-" A noise in the back made him stop. He slowly turned his head, and look into the doorway.
"Stay here." Ed whipsered, and slowly stepped into the back. I, confused, slowly stepped outside. I walked down the street, thinking What was his problem? Survivors, what is he talking about?
I got back in my car, and drove to my childhood home. The area looked better than ever. I wanted to see my mother, who still lived there. I opened my glove box and took my small handgun. I put it in the back of my pants. I opened the door, and stepped inside the apartment. I climbed the stairs, floor A(they called it), floor B, floor C. My floor. I walked down the hall from C1 to C8, my apartment. I unlocked the door with my key and entered. The living room was emtpy, I stepped into the kitchen looking for a note. My mother knew I was coming to town. I walked down the kitchen hall to my old bedroom, now the guest room. I looked in my mother's room. Her purfume lingered in the air. Her bed was made, and her make-up was neatly set. I smiled at the childhood. I walked to the end of the hallway, with the door closed. I knocked gently on the door.
"Mom, you in there?" I said. I opened the door. My mother laid on the bathroom floor, in a pool of blood. My eyes widen, and I stepped into the hallway and vomited. I walked over to her, leaned down and began crying. My mother was dead. I ran to the phone. I picked it up but no dial tone. I looked down the hall and my mother stood there, looking at me. Her eyes were clouded. Her neck looked as if someone had bitten a gash into it. She kept staring at me, and I stared back. It seemed like an eterity.
"Mom?" I spoke up. She cocked her head. She groaned, and slowly began walking towards me. She reached out, but grabbed me. She tried to bite me.
"Mom! Mom, get off me! Calm down!" I said, and pushed her to the wall. She fell, but picked herself up. I pulled my gun out. "Mom! Stop fooling around!" All of the sudden, a memory of a movie into my head. 'Dawn of The Dead', where 'Fly Boy' turned into a zombie, and they had to kill him. A shot to the head.
"No, no. This can't be happening. That's a movie." Another elderly man came from behind her, and went after me with more speed. I quickly shot him twice in the chest, he only stepped back, looked at his wounds, and continued. I thought he had done this to my mom. I pointed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger. He dropped down quickly. My mother tried to attack me, but I quickly pushed her away, and ran out the door. I heard her banging on the door. I began to cry again. Another zombie was walking down the hall. I didn't want to attract any more attention with my gunfire, so I quickly broke his neck with my hands.
"Could I have a cigerette." I asked the man. He handed me the cigerette. He lit it for me as well. I took a deep breath and blew. "Thanks."
"No problem." He said. "Now, back to what happened." TO BE CONTINUED...
(the events of this story take place soon after Jill entered the Umbrella Lab in Resident Evil 3)
The light under the table began to flicker, I slowly looked up, into the bulb. I heard the sound a door opening. I looked, heard, smelled. Cheap cologne, work shoes. It was a man in a suit.
"So, do you remember your name?" He asked me.
"Samuel Riener. Why, where am I. Am I still in the city? Where's Max?" I stood and shouted.
"Sit down Mister Riener. You are out of the city. We found you walking down the highway mumbling. Who's Max?"
"I met him in the city."
"Can you tell us what happened with you in the city?"
"After I finish I want answers. It's a little hazy, but it might come to me:"
My compact car drove by the sign RACOON CITY, and I felt so happy. I was wearing my suit jacket, but had taken my tie off earlier. My hometown, I can still remember how the citizens were like small town people in a big city. Everyone knew your name, barely any crime. It wasn't always like that. Until I was about 7 the city was a crime ridden city. Then an election time came and we got a new mayor, he fixed up everything. Cleaner streets, nicer people, bigger police force. I can't think of his name right now."
"James Gurtine." The man said.
"Thank you. anyways:"
I entered town, everything seemed normal. One thing bothered me, no one was there. Like a ghost town. I parked my car by my old apartment where I went to college. I put my tie on, and stepped out of the car. I looked up at the building, and looked to the diner on the corner. I walked over to it, and opened the door. No one was inside. A barstool was knocked over, so I picked it up and sat it up straight. My eyes looked ahead, and a man stood behind the counter. He had a 9 mil in his hand, and the barrel pointed right in my face. Fear raced in my veins.
"Take it easy buddy. I'm not here to rob the place, remember me? It's Samuel. I lived down the street. It's Ed right?" I said with my hands up. He examined me like I wasn't human.
"Yeah. I do. You picked a worst time to come to town. Have you seen any survivors?" Ed replied. I looked at him strangely.
"Survivors? What are you talking about?"
"You don't know, do you? The city's-" A noise in the back made him stop. He slowly turned his head, and look into the doorway.
"Stay here." Ed whipsered, and slowly stepped into the back. I, confused, slowly stepped outside. I walked down the street, thinking What was his problem? Survivors, what is he talking about?
I got back in my car, and drove to my childhood home. The area looked better than ever. I wanted to see my mother, who still lived there. I opened my glove box and took my small handgun. I put it in the back of my pants. I opened the door, and stepped inside the apartment. I climbed the stairs, floor A(they called it), floor B, floor C. My floor. I walked down the hall from C1 to C8, my apartment. I unlocked the door with my key and entered. The living room was emtpy, I stepped into the kitchen looking for a note. My mother knew I was coming to town. I walked down the kitchen hall to my old bedroom, now the guest room. I looked in my mother's room. Her purfume lingered in the air. Her bed was made, and her make-up was neatly set. I smiled at the childhood. I walked to the end of the hallway, with the door closed. I knocked gently on the door.
"Mom, you in there?" I said. I opened the door. My mother laid on the bathroom floor, in a pool of blood. My eyes widen, and I stepped into the hallway and vomited. I walked over to her, leaned down and began crying. My mother was dead. I ran to the phone. I picked it up but no dial tone. I looked down the hall and my mother stood there, looking at me. Her eyes were clouded. Her neck looked as if someone had bitten a gash into it. She kept staring at me, and I stared back. It seemed like an eterity.
"Mom?" I spoke up. She cocked her head. She groaned, and slowly began walking towards me. She reached out, but grabbed me. She tried to bite me.
"Mom! Mom, get off me! Calm down!" I said, and pushed her to the wall. She fell, but picked herself up. I pulled my gun out. "Mom! Stop fooling around!" All of the sudden, a memory of a movie into my head. 'Dawn of The Dead', where 'Fly Boy' turned into a zombie, and they had to kill him. A shot to the head.
"No, no. This can't be happening. That's a movie." Another elderly man came from behind her, and went after me with more speed. I quickly shot him twice in the chest, he only stepped back, looked at his wounds, and continued. I thought he had done this to my mom. I pointed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger. He dropped down quickly. My mother tried to attack me, but I quickly pushed her away, and ran out the door. I heard her banging on the door. I began to cry again. Another zombie was walking down the hall. I didn't want to attract any more attention with my gunfire, so I quickly broke his neck with my hands.
"Could I have a cigerette." I asked the man. He handed me the cigerette. He lit it for me as well. I took a deep breath and blew. "Thanks."
"No problem." He said. "Now, back to what happened." TO BE CONTINUED...