October 3rd, 1998
I don't know how many people escaped Raccoon City besides the seven other lucky survivors that left with me. One thing is for sure though. Whoever managed to elude the virus did so in vain. The city was nuked this morning É not that it should come as any surprise. We can't have "radio active waste" spilling out into neighboring cities. Radioactive waste? I love how the media twists words. It was a fucking virus straight out of a horror movie. Yet even after all the crimes Umbrella Corp. has committed, the government still helps them cover their tracks. There's seriously something wrong with this country. And I doubt we've seen the last of that organization.
They've taken everything from me Ð my home, my job, my possessions É everything. How's a guy to start a new life when I've got no base to build upon? The others aren't as pessimistic, though. I'll admit it isn't like me to be this depressed either. But maybe I should just be thankful I even escaped in the first place.
Cindy Lennox, she's that cute waitress from J's Bar. She was the one that helped prevent me from collapsing into an emotional heap while we rode away in the copter, as we watched those three missiles annihilate the city. She put her hand on my shoulder and that's when I almost lost it. She let me cry into her shoulder. I think I must've soaked that pretty blue striped waitress uniform good. Listen to me, a veteran police officer crying like a baby.
Tomorrow, I'll start searching for other survivors. I don't know why that's even important to me Ð what should be important is that I'm capable of rebuilding my life. But somehow, it would be that much easier if I had some companionship. I know I can count on Cindy to be there. And Dr. George Hamilton, he was a pretty good guy too, constantly healing us by making medicines with whatever he could find. Rebecca Chambers, the rookie S.T.A.R.S. chemist, could learn a thing or two from Dr. Hamilton. I haven't seen Mark Wilkins the security guard, David King the plumber, Jim Chapman the train conductor, or Yoko that cute scientist since we parted ways when the copter dropped us off at a neighboring city. And Alyssa Ashcroft Ð I hope I never seen that heinous bitch again. Well no, she had a good heart, I could see that. But she also that hard edge almost every journalist has. I don't hate her, but I never want to see her again, that's for sure.
It was weird, though, last night, just after the missiles hit. As I was riding out of the city, I saw a little car chase. The strange thing was, it was between two civilian cars. I was too tired to figure out what was going on at the time, but I managed to catch sight of two very familiar looking people. In a little run-down car, a middle-aged driver was behind the wheel. He had a stern face, looking like it had seem some pretty gruesome sights in his life. Beside him in the passenger seat Ð I don't want to get my hopes up Ð was someone who looked like Leon Kennedy, a friend of mine who just got hired at the R.P.D. before it was nuked.
The vehicle being chased was a white van with an Asian woman behind the wheel. And in the passenger side sat who I thought was Kenneth Feng, the work experience volunteer at the Precinct. It looked like he was being taken hostage or something, because he had a blindfold over his eyes É I wonder how he could be useful to someone to the point where they'd kidnap him. He's just a kid trying to get a good start to a career in law. I tried giving chase to see if I could help, but then I realized I was in no position to fight, especially after my ordeal. I could just leave the situation in Leon's hands. I wasn't even sure if it was them anyway. Even still, if a kidnapping was in place, is it not my job to interfere? Was I even a police officer anymore, since my office was gone, my boss and my co-workers dead, and my license in ashes?
Technically, I could've let them be and continue living my life as a citizen of the United States without ever bearing responsibility. But É my heart disagrees. That's it É tomorrow is a new day. I will continue searching for other survivors. Most importantly, I have to find out if it really was Leon and Kenny, and if they are alright. I don't think my mind will let me rest until I find out just what happened to them É whether it was them or not I saw that night.
Damn, I need some sleep.