Raccoon Police Main Precinct
Daylight, September 27th, 1998
Detective Matt Payne had locked himself in the Security Booth of the garage, the entire police force were all dead except for himself, and God knows who else. The remnant of the police and himself, along with a couple of armed civilians made an attempt to fight off the undead, however they had been overrun. Matt only survived because he ran.
Coward, Godamnit, I should've stayed and fought
He sat around until the radio started beeping, and then a he could hear a voice from the radio on the desk, he almost fell out of his seat he sat in. He hadn't heard a human voice in hours.
"All units of the 102nd National Guard Brigade, this is General Raghart, I have orders directly from the President to pull out. Anyone left in the city, we are pulling out, I repeat that order, and all equipment and troops are to pull out by 1300. The highways will be sealed at 1350. God be with you."
Matt looked at his watch; it was 12:40 PM,
"Jesus." He muttered, he only has about an hour and ten minutes to haul ass out of there. He had managed to secure some weapons from what was left from the Armory, he now had 5 clips for his Beretta and 6 clips left for the MP5, he also collected a handful of Anti-Personnel Incendiary Grenades. He also had a key to a Police Cruiser parked about 10 feet away from the booth. However, strange creatures had also taken over the parking garage.
Fuck it; I need to get out of this hellhole.
He cocked the MP5, grabbed the car keys, put his hands on the door handle, getting ready to sprint to the Cruiser.
One, Two, THREE! GO!
He ran out of the booth and made it halfway until he heard this freakish wail, and a creature jumped into sight ahead of him.
Jesus, what the fuck
It looked like some sort of lizard, but it had long, sharp claws on both of its hands, and it was hunched over. The legs were muscular ready to jump. The creature let out another scream and started charging towards him
"Fuck you." Matt muttered as he raised the MP5 and let loose, 9mm bullets sprayed over the creature, it kept on coming it was about to pounce on him, but he took the stock of the submachine gun and smacked it right on the creatures mutated face. It fell down screaming a dying wail; he took out his Beretta and pulled the trigger, splattering brain matter over the asphalt. He started panting and hunched over throwing up on himself, he almost collapsed until he heard more freakish screams coming from behind. He ran to the cruiser, he unlocked the doors, and jumped in. Making sure that the car was locked he turned on the ignition. He drove towards the gates, and saw two of those freakish creatures; he stomped on the gas and drove straight towards them.
"Yippie- Kai –Yay, motherfuckers" he smiled as the cruiser ran over them, blood splattered over the windshield, he turned on the wipers. Once he was outside, it was very difficult to drive, the reason was there were overturned cars, barricades everywhere, and even worse was the undead. They reached out for the vehicle, and let out a disappointed wail when they couldn't reach him. He sped down the burning streets, everywhere was on fire, the sky was black from the smoke, and he had to turn on the headlights and high beams to see what was ahead of him.
He reached Sentari Interchange, the last section of Raccoon before letting out to I-23 the main highway out of the city. It was a mess, burning neighborhoods, the undead everywhere, he even saw infected children walking among them. He sighed, Umbrella would pay, he looked at the cruiser's clock, 1:41, and he had 9 minutes.
Shit, shit, shit not going to make it.
The buildings made way to the forest. The highway was a mess, hundreds of cars that were in gridlock trying to leave the city just left in the sections. Luggage thrown in any direction, dozens of undead roaming around, he navigated around the cars, causing some fender bending in the process. He finally reached the countryside with burning crops and farms; about a mile after driving he saw the sign,
You are now leaving Raccoon CityWe hope you enjoyed your stay here
Hell yea, now I'm out of Raccoon.
He saw lights blinking from squad cars ahead; as he got closer he saw people. He even saw armored cars and some M1A1 Abrams tanks. He turned on the sirens and started flashing the lights. The soldiers were waving for him to stop, he stepped on the brake but the car wouldn't stop.
SHIT!
The brakes were gone, and he couldn't stop he was going 60 mph and faster, he turned on the emergency brakes and was thrown forward, hitting his head on the steering wheel. He was going unconscious; he turned the wheel and the car crashed into the road guard.
CRASH!
His entire world went black.
Hours Later…
Matt woke up, hearing moans far away.
No
He started struggling around, but he was stuck in the wreckage of the crash, he looked around, the undead were everywhere thousands of them. They reached for him he started screaming grabbing the MP5 that was mysteriously got into his hands when he woke up. He pulled the trigger, but it was too late. A zombie bent over and started to eat him.
No No NOOOO!!!!!!!"NO!" He jerked up, he was on a stretcher, and he saw paramedics trying to make him relax
"Easy, son" A man in a formal military uniform was staring at him; he helped Matt lay back down.
"Your one lucky man, son. We didn't know there were any survivors left. It took a hell of a long time to pull you out of that wreckage."
"Where, where am I?" Matt asked, stunned.
"You in a ambulance heading to Latham. Hang on son." The soldier replied.
"Who are you?"
"I'm General Raghart, it's good to have you with us."
Matt sighed, as he relaxed. It was all over, well, over for him; there were still survivors in the city, he prayed that they would make it out alive.
Alive