-Prologue-
Raccoon City: on the surface it is your average American Midwestern city. Men and women clad in expensive suits chat away into their cell phones as they flood the streets by day, while the homeless and less fortunate roam the empty streets at night. Yep, to the untrained eye Raccoon seemed perfectly normal. But deep down it has something very wrong with it. It is run by Umbrella, a mischievous pharmaceutical giant. Umbrella products are in nearly every home in Raccoon City. Raccoon relies on Umbrella and like every other big corporation Umbrella has its own share of secrets. Umbrella conducts highly illegal genetic experiments on humans and various other living things in their search for the perfect bio-organic weapon or B.O.W for short. Laboratories are hidden all over Raccoon and no one knows of them or the atrocities committed within them. Now something terrible has happened. There has been an enormous chemical spill inside one of the labs. Now the city's water supply is poisoned and whoever becomes infected turns into a soulless, rotting, walking corpse. A "zombie", if you will. These flesh eating monsters now plague the city and those few who are still human have to get out of this hell on earth. The question is, how?
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-Chapter 1-
Jonathan Stillman was your ordinary guy. One of the many inhabitants of Raccoon city. He lived on the 5th floor of an apartment complex deep within town. He was in his somewhat mid twenties and was in between jobs. John's rent was catching up with him and if he didn't get a job soon he was gonna get kicked out. He had often considered joining the military. I mean, he had a nice physical build, and was very athletic to say the least. There weren't a whole lot of people that were gonna miss him too because his imediate family was deceased and the rest lived god knows where. John's family was never really close and that was just dandy because John was fine off by himself.
John sighed heavily...
"The military's no good. I gotta find someting more practical."
He was kidding himself. With another heavy sigh John sunk deeper into his couch and threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling... He remained motionless, fixated on this spot on the ceiling... John raised his watch up to his face and took note of the time. It was 9:00 p.m.
"It's gettin late..." John clutched his stomach... "...and I'm gettin hungry."
John rolled off of the couch and fell down, then he got up and brushed himself off... He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass and turned the water faucet on... except no water was coming out.... He then threw the glass down... and made his way over to the fridge all the while cursing to himself...
"What a shit hole...."
He was probably right. His apartment was a wreck... his white carpet was tinted brown, there were various holes in the wall, and not to mention the fact that nothing even worked.... it was a wonder he was actually paying for the place....
John opened the fridge and was met with a warm gust of air... He cringed and fanned his nose as he peeked inside. There was nothing but some moldy cheese and some halfeaten banana bread.
"Guess I'll be eating out tonight....."
With that John took a quick look in the mirror, messsed up his short, blond hair and paused, looking at himself. Looking at his clone, His own two, blue eyes. He wondered if he would go anywhere... If he would amount to anything... He wondered if he was gonna have to live the rest of his life in this shitty apartment taking shitty jobs... John was awoken from this trance by a loud crashing noise above his aprtment..
"Jeese, are those two at it again??" John frowned.
The Andersons... A troubled couple that have been fighting ever since they moved in, Which was about a month ago. It made John think about a relationship... He hadn't really had one for a while and now wasn't necessarily a good time to start. There was another crash... then some yelling.... Except this time it didn't seem to be coming from the Andersons.... John kept still, listening... then shrugged, threw on a jacket, and left...
***
On his way out John was greeted by his neighbor, Robert...
"Hey Rob.... are you gettin any water in there?" John pointed inside Robert's apartment..
".......Oh...uh yeah.... I guess.. what's the matter.. you aren't?" Robert underwent a small coughing spell...
"Are you uh.... ok?"
"... Actually, i've been a bit under the weather lately...."
"Why didn't you say so? Need a ride to the doctor or anything?"
"...No... I'm just gonna rest a bit...."
"Ok then... hey, I'm going out to grab a bite to eat, want me to pick you something up?"
"Nahh... I'm fine..." Robert clutched his stomach..
"Ok. catch ya late--"
Robert shut the door before John could finish... John scratched his head and continued out of the complex. Since his destination was within walking distance John decided he would get a little exercise... After about 5 or 6 minutes of walking John had reached his destination.. The local bar!!!
Raccoon City: on the surface it is your average American Midwestern city. Men and women clad in expensive suits chat away into their cell phones as they flood the streets by day, while the homeless and less fortunate roam the empty streets at night. Yep, to the untrained eye Raccoon seemed perfectly normal. But deep down it has something very wrong with it. It is run by Umbrella, a mischievous pharmaceutical giant. Umbrella products are in nearly every home in Raccoon City. Raccoon relies on Umbrella and like every other big corporation Umbrella has its own share of secrets. Umbrella conducts highly illegal genetic experiments on humans and various other living things in their search for the perfect bio-organic weapon or B.O.W for short. Laboratories are hidden all over Raccoon and no one knows of them or the atrocities committed within them. Now something terrible has happened. There has been an enormous chemical spill inside one of the labs. Now the city's water supply is poisoned and whoever becomes infected turns into a soulless, rotting, walking corpse. A "zombie", if you will. These flesh eating monsters now plague the city and those few who are still human have to get out of this hell on earth. The question is, how?
***
-Chapter 1-
Jonathan Stillman was your ordinary guy. One of the many inhabitants of Raccoon city. He lived on the 5th floor of an apartment complex deep within town. He was in his somewhat mid twenties and was in between jobs. John's rent was catching up with him and if he didn't get a job soon he was gonna get kicked out. He had often considered joining the military. I mean, he had a nice physical build, and was very athletic to say the least. There weren't a whole lot of people that were gonna miss him too because his imediate family was deceased and the rest lived god knows where. John's family was never really close and that was just dandy because John was fine off by himself.
John sighed heavily...
"The military's no good. I gotta find someting more practical."
He was kidding himself. With another heavy sigh John sunk deeper into his couch and threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling... He remained motionless, fixated on this spot on the ceiling... John raised his watch up to his face and took note of the time. It was 9:00 p.m.
"It's gettin late..." John clutched his stomach... "...and I'm gettin hungry."
John rolled off of the couch and fell down, then he got up and brushed himself off... He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass and turned the water faucet on... except no water was coming out.... He then threw the glass down... and made his way over to the fridge all the while cursing to himself...
"What a shit hole...."
He was probably right. His apartment was a wreck... his white carpet was tinted brown, there were various holes in the wall, and not to mention the fact that nothing even worked.... it was a wonder he was actually paying for the place....
John opened the fridge and was met with a warm gust of air... He cringed and fanned his nose as he peeked inside. There was nothing but some moldy cheese and some halfeaten banana bread.
"Guess I'll be eating out tonight....."
With that John took a quick look in the mirror, messsed up his short, blond hair and paused, looking at himself. Looking at his clone, His own two, blue eyes. He wondered if he would go anywhere... If he would amount to anything... He wondered if he was gonna have to live the rest of his life in this shitty apartment taking shitty jobs... John was awoken from this trance by a loud crashing noise above his aprtment..
"Jeese, are those two at it again??" John frowned.
The Andersons... A troubled couple that have been fighting ever since they moved in, Which was about a month ago. It made John think about a relationship... He hadn't really had one for a while and now wasn't necessarily a good time to start. There was another crash... then some yelling.... Except this time it didn't seem to be coming from the Andersons.... John kept still, listening... then shrugged, threw on a jacket, and left...
***
On his way out John was greeted by his neighbor, Robert...
"Hey Rob.... are you gettin any water in there?" John pointed inside Robert's apartment..
".......Oh...uh yeah.... I guess.. what's the matter.. you aren't?" Robert underwent a small coughing spell...
"Are you uh.... ok?"
"... Actually, i've been a bit under the weather lately...."
"Why didn't you say so? Need a ride to the doctor or anything?"
"...No... I'm just gonna rest a bit...."
"Ok then... hey, I'm going out to grab a bite to eat, want me to pick you something up?"
"Nahh... I'm fine..." Robert clutched his stomach..
"Ok. catch ya late--"
Robert shut the door before John could finish... John scratched his head and continued out of the complex. Since his destination was within walking distance John decided he would get a little exercise... After about 5 or 6 minutes of walking John had reached his destination.. The local bar!!!