"Mr. Dorr. It's happened. The T-Virus has began to spread." A man, finely dressed with a full head of grey hair stood over a desk, a bundle of paper's under his left arm. He was staring a man, on the other side of the desk in the eye's, with an angry yet soothed expression. The other man glanced up, his face stiff, uncaring.

"Alright," he got up, and smoothed his black suit, with the red of the tie showing a smart contrast. His for head wrinkled below the half bald scalp as he stared out the window. He walked up to it and stared out at his town.

"Mayor Dorr, I think it would be wise to call them back." The other man glanced behind him, found a chair alongside the wall, and sat down.

"Yes, yes. I know." Yet he stood, watching the well-off part of Raccoon City. As his glance fell over his house, a chill swept his spine. The house was fine, and he wanted it that way. The 'Plague' as they had been referring it to, would well change that. He sorted his mind and walked over to the phone. As he dialed the number, he saw Mr. Bowson shift uneasily in his chair. Mr. Dorr ignored it, and returned to the phone.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Tileford, it's happened." There was a short silence over the phone.

"Yes, that seems appropriate..." the voice was calm, and even cold. The lack of personality didn't surprise the mayor, however. Mr. Tileford was the Vice head of Umbrella's Human Resources department, and was never much of a 'people' person.

But still, the Mayor was puzzled by the response. "-How?"

"We will send in the men and will re-wire all the phone systems and security cameras, now. Is that okay with you, Kevin?"

"Y-yeah." Doors let a little emotion slip loose to his contractor. "But, you will keep your end of our deal, correct? I need to protect my family, of course."

"Of course it is, dear costumer." The voice went flat on the last word, making the Mayor cringe slightly. "Meet my Official, you know Ian, at the Public Library. He will tell you what to do."

"Then I can get my family and take your plane, right?"

Mr. Tileford sighed, annoyed, loud enough for the Mayor to hear. "Yes, Ian will tell you where it is. There will be a pilot waiting for you. Now good day." The phone went dead, leaving the Mayor with a slight chill. He walked to his office, quickly, and gathered his papers and briefcase. Threw the corner of his eye, he could see Mr. Bowson staring eagerly at him.

"Yes, Nick, you may leave. Get you and your family out of here. But don't say anything to anyone, understand?" Mr. Bowson nodded his head, and without a word left, silently shutting the door behind him. With his privacy back, once the Mayor finished packing, he took one last glance out of his window upon his city, and left the room, leaving the door open.

Holding his briefcase tightly, Mr. Dorr, Ex-Mayor of Raccoon city, went down to the parking lot of the city hall. Hastily he yanked open the door to his black Nissan Coupe, and jammed the key into the ignition. With a whir the engine started, the full tank of gas ready for a long drive. He exited the parking lot and merged into the half desolate street. He decided to talk to the 'official', the Ian, then get his family and get out of there.

After a few minutes drive, he arrived at the library. The place was brimming with business, but as far as he could tell, Mr. Dorr didn't see any Umbrella vans in the lot. He pushed that from his mind while he stepped out of his car and entered the library.

Inside there were plenty of people, some kids researching anything, adults finding their sequel, or picture books for their toddlers. Even a man with a blue plaid shirt sleeping in the corner. The air was soft and sweet, and although it was a fairly big building, it was very quiet.

"Mayor Dorr!" a man walked up to him, whom he didn't recognize, "how are you today?" he took his hand, "I'd personally like to thank you for cleaning up the pollution in this city. I think you did a wonderful job." The man was smiling wide, and he didn't seem shy at all of the 'powerful' man.

"Why, thank you, young man." The 'Mayor' forced a smile, "it's always nice to find anyone who appreciates my work, but I cannot take all the credit." He was feeling sick of himself. "Uh, if you'll excuse me, I have to meet someone here..." he spoke very carefully; he didn't want to give away that something may not be right.

"Oh, but of coarse." The man smile one last time and walked away, busying himself in the books.

For several minutes, the poor man stood in place, eagerly watching for the contact. After that he walked around the building, hoping this 'Ian' would find him. He didn't. Once he had given up, he walked up to the entrance and found a soft chair for him to wait in. He was tense worrying about his family, so he pulled out his old cell phone and called the house. No one picked up, so he called his wife's cell. To his relief, she answered. The man told her to wait in their basement with their child; he would be there in a little while to explain what was going to happen. She nervously agreed, and they parted.

Again, he sat and waited. For about five minutes, nothing happened. He though carefully about calling Umbrella back, but he didn't want to seem untrustworthy, ironically; and decided not to. Once he was tired of this painful fear, he got up to look for a magazine or something. He found the rack, and found a familiar looking magazine, so took it and headed back to his seat.

Halfway there, he heard a terrified scream. As he jerked his head over his shoulder, to the sound behind him, several people ran to see what had happened, and several more people ran away.

"What is that?!" a man yelled, behind the corner. Kevin Dorr knew what it was. He began to walk towards it, too, although he knew what he was going to find. It was the last thing he ever wanted to see. But as he turned the corner, it was there. A man, holding his neck which was bleeding violently, limped away, gasping for air. On the ground there was a man, dressed in a plaid blue shirt, who was being held on the floor by another man and a woman wearing a green sweater vest with the usual tight blue jeans. The man with the plaid blue shirt was gasping for air, moaning with death's voice. His hair was greasy, and his stare was blank. Blood was dripping from his mouth, with a chunk of flesh hung out.

"Get off him!" the ex-mayor yelled. "He's contagious!" with that he swung him around and ran to the door, while several people stared at him. If someone didn't recognize him as their mayor, they figured he was a paranoid doctor. So they ran, too.

Kevin Dorr let the door shut behind him as he exited the library and ran to his car. Umbrella had cheated him. As he turned the key and pulled out, he slammed his fist on the wheel.

"We had a deal!" he yelled to himself. "It was more than fair!" he feverishly sped down the road to his house, insulting himself and the company. He couldn't believe it. The deal was off, and he ended up with nothing. He had given them his city so they could do some tests and research, in exchange for a free ride out and just three million dollars. That was pocket change for them!

Before him was an intersection, and the light turned red. While he waited, a shadow engulfed his car. He moved the panel covering the sunroof, and outside he saw a flock of birds, flying overhead. They began to fly lower, and as it seemed like they were going to land on a nearby tree, he noticed it was a murder of crows. As he watched one bird separated from the murder and flew downward. Almost completely vertical. While Mr. Dorr was thinking it found a rodent on the street to pick up, it crashed into the car besides him, almost shattering the windshield. Feathers where sent everywhere.

As the light turned green, Kevin slammed the gas and flew ahead. As he crossed the intersection, another crow flew into his sunroof, almost breaking it. Kevin twisted around and shut the cover for it and continued driving, amazed at these crazy birds.

Besides him, cars that had been dented and half wrecked sped past, escaping the birds. A bird hit the windshield of the car to Dorr's right, smashing threw. The car swerved off and slammed into a telephone pole. Glass and fiberglass was thrown everywhere, while Dorr caught up and passed the wreck.

The road became a blur as Kevin reached 90, swerving around and past other cars, the drivers unaware of the birds. But before long Dorr slowed down, sure he had outrun the murder. And he did. As he turned a corner he found the sewage treatment plant, and realized he had gotten completely turned around from his house. To get his mind together, Mr. Dorr stepped out of his car, and leaned on the hood. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, just realizing how bad he wanted one. After a minute of enjoying his smoke, a rusted car swerved up and stopped suddenly a few yards from Kevin.

The car was an ugly yellow green, rusted around the doors and hood. After a moment of running on idle, the door jerked open, and a young man slumped out. He was wearing old jeans, the knees cut out, with a blue jacket and a dirt stained T shirt underneath is. He looked up and found the ex-mayor leaning on his car, who noticed the other man's stare. Immediately he knew what had happened to him.

"H-hey mister!" the 20 year old kid sort of yelled out, "hey, man, you gotta help me, my... ugh" he stumbled subtly and stooped to vomit on the ground, a yellow and red thick mixture. Dorr jumped up and jerked the door open, quickly.

"Don't go, you have to help me. Ugh. My- my girlfriend, she's- not... ugh." He fell over and began crawling over towards Kevin, who had gotten into his car, and panicked, missing the slot for the key twice until he got it in. Once he turned the key, a hand slammed on the door window, smearing it with grease mixed with blood. Kevin gave a muffled gasp, and shifted into reverse. Before he got out, the other hand grabbed the door handle, and supporting himself, swung for the window again- this time shattering the glass.

A red shard stung Kevin's arm, drawing blood. Kevin slammed the gas, sending the car into reverse, yet the sick kid hung on. As he backed over the curb, he door jerked open, and the weight of the kid ripped the door off. Mr. Dorr gave another quiet yelp, switched into gear and jumped from 0-60 in twelve seconds, taking advantage of the opened road.

In a dismal stupor, Mr. Dorr looked down at his forearm to find it bleeding, just enough. He swallowed hard and returned his attention to the road before him. It was over for him, and he knew it. He was infected. He knew he couldn't see his family again, so he did the next best thing. He opened up his cell phone and called his wife's cell number.

She answered, nervously, "Kevin?"

"Charlotte, don't speak. I cannot come back home to you, you wouldn't understand why, I don't want you to understand. Just know I love you and I'll miss you forever. But before it's too late, you have to, have to take Danny and get out of here. Go to Florida, you always wanted to. But forget about me and leave. Please."

"I don't understand... Ke-"

"I know. Good bye, I love you." He hung up and threw the phone out the open door.

His life was over, tragically, but thinking back, he knew he deserved it. Just for putting his family in danger, and sealing the fate of over a thousand innocent people. But he could make it better, he reasoned. He drove to town, searching desperately for any of the infected. After a minute, he found an overturned car, maybe ten crows jumping around the doors, nervously and excited. That wasn't it. He kept driving, and then he saw it. A man in the street running from a women, maybe 54 years old, with a white apron on, pale skin, and no expression. She had lost a chunk of shoulder and neck.

"You son of a bitch..." Kevin mumbled, slamming the gas down. He turned the wheel hard into a collision path, and shut his eyes. A moment later, the car lurched back under the force of the creature, which slammed into the car's grill, snapping most of her already fragile bones, and was sent careening over the top of the wrecked car. She landed a few feet behind the stopped car, utterly dead. Kevin picked his head out of the airbag, and pushed on it to deflate it. He stuffed it under the wheel, and saw the man slowly walk to the corpse. With the motor still turning, Kevin started the gas again. Before he was able to straiten himself out, a cold hand grabbed him from the open door. He stared up to the head of a man, his age, leaning in towards him. He was bleeding from the leg, his skin pale; one of his eyes's rolled halfway back.

Before Mr. Dorr was able to reach his foot up and kick at the freak, it bent too far in and sunk its hot teeth into Kevin's shoulder. The other hand grabbed Kevin's throat, while it bit yet harder. Kevin screamed, and slammed the gas in instinct. The man lost his balance as the car leapt forwards, and took out a pound of flesh. The man was tossed out like a rag doll, rolling on the hard pavement. Kevin reached for his wound while he quickly bled to death at 40 miles an hour.

"Ian, leave a memo for Berkins. Tell him we have two towns now infected. A Raccoon City, and a Chaska City. We have surveillance camera's set up in both towns, and are currently recording data on the Mutation's behavior towards the 'Specimens' and grouping patterns. Tell him we don't expect much, either." Ian took out his notebook and pen and walked out the door of the dark office.

A haha! The government conspiracy part didn't go too badly, now, huh? Well, I think im inspired, I'll write more. See ya.