Here is Chapter 3.
10:14AM September 24th, 1998 Outside Kendo's gunshop
"What the hell was that?" Kendo yelled. "How should I know?" Tom yelled at him. The two of them ran out of the store and down the street. At the end of the road there were SWAT officers tossing hand grenades at a crowd of zombies. "Oh," Kendo said. Suddenly, one of the officers screamed. In a split second, Tom saw a grenade land next to a nearby jerry can of gasoline. Then there was an explosion and black.
1:08PM September 24th, 1998 Raccoon City Police Department
Tom groaned and opened his eyes. He struggled to remember what happened. A... grenade... and... gas... boom... "Hello there," someone said. He snapped his head to the right and saw a man standing next to him. He had brown hair, was around five and a half feet tall, and was wearing a yellow STARS vest. "Who are you?" Tom asked. "I'm Brad Vickers," the man said, "You may recognise me as-" "Chickenheart Vickers, former STARS Alpha team pilot," Tom finished. "Yes, and I would appreciate you not calling me Chickenheart," he replied. "Whatever," Tom muttered to him, "I thought the STARS flew the coop last month." "Most did," Brad told him, "Chris went to New York, Barry went to Canada, and Rebecca was MIA until a week ago when she turned up in California living with some soldier who was wanted for 23 murders. Billy something his name was. Anyway, Jill and I are the only STARS left in Raccoon, although Rebecca said Billy and her would try to get here... aw crap! She doesn't know about the crisis!" Brad turned around and ran out of the room. Tom took the time to look around. He had been lying on the table in some sort of interrogation room. His guns, ammo, and supplieswere sitting on the floor next to him. He grabbed the stuff and walked out into the hallway. There were a bunch of people walking down the hall. "Where are you going?"
he asked them. "The cops have ordered everyone to the foyer for a meeting," one of them said. Tom nodded and headed for the hall.
1:15PM September 24th, 1998 RPD Main Hall
Tom walked into the hall and took a seat in one of the chairs that had been set up. A few minutes after he sat down a police officer walked up to the front of the room. "Hello everyone," the officer said, "My name is Marvin Branagh and I am here to explain the security measures that we are taking to keep you alive. First of all, we ask for your cooperation as we only have about 50 officers remaining on the force and we can't keep tabs on everything. Now, we have designated saferooms that you can report to in case of an attack on the precinct." "They include: the first floor records room, the breakroom, the evidence room, the storage room across from the interrogation rooms, and the STARS room.Should an attack on the precinct occur you should report to one of these rooms as fast as possible.Next, we have implemented some extra security measures. First, the way to the cells and kennel have been blocked off. Next, as there is next to nothing left in the weapons storage it has been locked up. As well, the morgue has been locked, the way to the basement has been locked, the electronic locks in the main hall here are to be initiated, and the door leading from the stairwell to the corridor outside the library is to be boarded up. In addition, the cabin out back has been locked and beacons have been set up on the helicopter pad." "As for outside the station, there have been barricades set up every several blocks. Each is manned by one police officer and a few volunteers. Any more volunteers would be greatly appriciated. Also, only the north-west and far eastern sections of town are completely infested with zombies so stay out of them. That will be all. Anybody who would like to help man a barricade please come to the front desk."
As the officer stopped talking, Tom knew what he had to do. He walked up to the front desk and signed up to help man a barricade. It was all he could do to help keep the city from falling. And he was going to.
10:14AM September 24th, 1998 Outside Kendo's gunshop
"What the hell was that?" Kendo yelled. "How should I know?" Tom yelled at him. The two of them ran out of the store and down the street. At the end of the road there were SWAT officers tossing hand grenades at a crowd of zombies. "Oh," Kendo said. Suddenly, one of the officers screamed. In a split second, Tom saw a grenade land next to a nearby jerry can of gasoline. Then there was an explosion and black.
1:08PM September 24th, 1998 Raccoon City Police Department
Tom groaned and opened his eyes. He struggled to remember what happened. A... grenade... and... gas... boom... "Hello there," someone said. He snapped his head to the right and saw a man standing next to him. He had brown hair, was around five and a half feet tall, and was wearing a yellow STARS vest. "Who are you?" Tom asked. "I'm Brad Vickers," the man said, "You may recognise me as-" "Chickenheart Vickers, former STARS Alpha team pilot," Tom finished. "Yes, and I would appreciate you not calling me Chickenheart," he replied. "Whatever," Tom muttered to him, "I thought the STARS flew the coop last month." "Most did," Brad told him, "Chris went to New York, Barry went to Canada, and Rebecca was MIA until a week ago when she turned up in California living with some soldier who was wanted for 23 murders. Billy something his name was. Anyway, Jill and I are the only STARS left in Raccoon, although Rebecca said Billy and her would try to get here... aw crap! She doesn't know about the crisis!" Brad turned around and ran out of the room. Tom took the time to look around. He had been lying on the table in some sort of interrogation room. His guns, ammo, and supplieswere sitting on the floor next to him. He grabbed the stuff and walked out into the hallway. There were a bunch of people walking down the hall. "Where are you going?"
he asked them. "The cops have ordered everyone to the foyer for a meeting," one of them said. Tom nodded and headed for the hall.
1:15PM September 24th, 1998 RPD Main Hall
Tom walked into the hall and took a seat in one of the chairs that had been set up. A few minutes after he sat down a police officer walked up to the front of the room. "Hello everyone," the officer said, "My name is Marvin Branagh and I am here to explain the security measures that we are taking to keep you alive. First of all, we ask for your cooperation as we only have about 50 officers remaining on the force and we can't keep tabs on everything. Now, we have designated saferooms that you can report to in case of an attack on the precinct." "They include: the first floor records room, the breakroom, the evidence room, the storage room across from the interrogation rooms, and the STARS room.Should an attack on the precinct occur you should report to one of these rooms as fast as possible.Next, we have implemented some extra security measures. First, the way to the cells and kennel have been blocked off. Next, as there is next to nothing left in the weapons storage it has been locked up. As well, the morgue has been locked, the way to the basement has been locked, the electronic locks in the main hall here are to be initiated, and the door leading from the stairwell to the corridor outside the library is to be boarded up. In addition, the cabin out back has been locked and beacons have been set up on the helicopter pad." "As for outside the station, there have been barricades set up every several blocks. Each is manned by one police officer and a few volunteers. Any more volunteers would be greatly appriciated. Also, only the north-west and far eastern sections of town are completely infested with zombies so stay out of them. That will be all. Anybody who would like to help man a barricade please come to the front desk."
As the officer stopped talking, Tom knew what he had to do. He walked up to the front desk and signed up to help man a barricade. It was all he could do to help keep the city from falling. And he was going to.