What's Been Happening Here?
By: rain-ocampo
Please r/r
Disclaimer: I only own Angie, Mark, and Danielle.
I walked around the streets of Raccoon City, not sure where I should go. There were very few people out in the streets, and most of them looked sick. They moved slowly, and were very pale. After walking in circles for about 20 minutes, I decided that I must eat something. So I finally found a resturant that wasn't closed, and ordered a BLT sandwich, fries, and a nice big Pepsi. As I sat outside eating, I glanced at the newspaper I was holding. An article caught my eye. It was about a teenager who was attacked 2 days ago. It said he was in critical condition after being the latest victim of the "cannibal crimes". I almost choked on my french fry when I saw the word cannibal. Cannibal? Jesus Christ! I called my waiter over and asked him about it.
"It started in May, when a 20-year old woman was found on the bank of Marble River. They said it was a grizzly or a wolf, judging by the depth of the teeth marks. But more people began to die. And then there were some sightings of weird dog-like creatures in the Arklay mountains. They blocked off roads to the mountain. But people kept dying. And then they blew up the Spencer Mansion in July. Umbrella was hiding chemicals in the mansion. Nobody talks about it no more. Nobody wants to face Umbrella. They're all too afraid," The waiter whispered. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair.
"But if everyone is so afraid, then why did you tell me this?" I asked. He cast his blue eyes down.
"I used to be afraid that Umbrella would hunt me down and kill me if I spoke about it. But it doesn't matter. People are dying all over the place, getting the cannibal disease. So I figure if they come and kill me, it's better than getting that disease," He said quietly.
"Why don't you leave?" I asked. He looked me straight in the eye.
"My wife is a researcher for Umbrella, and we have been planning on leaving. She's just waiting for her last check so we can afford to leave, then we'll make a break for it. And I wouldn't leave without her," He said then looked down and his shaking hands. I cocked my head a bit, then got up and threw a $100 bill I had acquired from Jones on the table. The waiter looked up at me questioningly.
"Get yourself out of here. There is a lot more going on than you know," I said, then left, leaving the waiter to stare at the bill confused.
