Feeders face suddenly felt wet. The grip on his shoulders slowly began to loosen. Opening his eyes, he noticed smoke fogging the now headless man. And distant behind the smoke and headless shoulders was what seemed to be a woman. A young woman, holding some sort of firearm which was pointed in his direction. Long brown hair and pale white skin was all he could make out from the distance. The headless monster slowly tilted backwards before rapidly hitting the ground with a huge thud. The woman gently and cautiously began to walk up to the still startled Feeder.

"You okay?" she asked, still unsure of what Feeder was and keeping her distance. Feeder on the other hand still had no idea what had just happened.

"Err yeah," replied Feeder "I'm fine, I think?"

"Feeder, is it?" She said, looking at my name tag "I'm Jean. In case you were wondering."

"Yeah, listen -" Feeder began getting impatient "- I don't know what's going on here. Nor do I know who I am, or how I ended up here, but I do know that thing…was not human. Could you tell me what's going on, or who I am?"

She looked at him, all puzzled and confused; unsure whether or not he was crazy.

"Please," insisted Feeder, with a scared look in his eyes.

"Alright, here's the situation -" but before she could even begin her story, the headless thing once again began to move, swinging its arms frantically. Feeder shrieked while Jean swiftly and calmly took her large shotgun with one hand, cocked it back, and pulled the trigger; blowing another ligament clean off it's now unrecognizable body. She looked up at Feeder, who was still shocked at how something with no head could still…do anything! It's at this point; Feeder knew this was no ordinary girl. Once again, she began to speak.

"Alright, were trapped. Lost within this city, that is now heaving with these…zombies. You're the only survivor I've so far come across. Everyone else on my team has been…killed; or eaten, so to speak."

"Eaten! Team! I don't get it, what happened!" Feeder was startled, yet puzzled at the status he was in.

"My team and I came to this city to investigate. Were all part of this secret investigation crew known as the STARS. The Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. Anyway, we received a report about Racoon City's strange murder cases or something like that."

"Hold up, hold up! So this is Racoon City, right?"

"Yes. Well, this is actually a hotel, but our location is…" She coughed and decided to move onto something more relevant. "After reaching this city, we saw it was totally abandoned. After searching around, we saw this rather old man run into this building. Three of our group of five decided to chase the man in. I stayed outside with another member. A few minutes later, I heard screaming…" Jean paused. Her face began to go pale white; her eyes were wide open, fixating on a point in the room, as if she was picturing something in her head. She continued while Feeder just looked at her, listening intensively.

"Darren and I…we both went in to see what it was. Soon after; this thing…I-It didn't even look human. It was some kind of animalistic, beast thing. Anyway, Darren told me to run; I just did what he told me. I looked around seconds later to see his body being literally torn into two pieces…I-I…"

Tears began running down her powdered cheeks. Still disbelieved by any of the events that had occurred since his awakening, Feeder couldn't help but say something.

"So, why are we still here? Could we not just go outside? Get out of this city!"

"…Outside? Yeah like I haven't tried to get out of here since watching my friend be violated. The exits are all blocked off."

"Oh, well, that's great isn't it," stated Feeder impatiently. "We are so going to die in here. Screw it, I'm staying put!"

"Fine," said Jean, without caring.

Jean just turned around and began to walk away. Feeder just watched her until she turned a corner, and was no longer able to see her. Scared, unskilled and unarmed, Feeder knew he had no chance of surviving this unordinary horror without Jeans expertise in combat. He clenched his blood tainted fists and took a deep breath before walking the route that Jean wondered off in. A mere split second later, a large crash was heard close at hand, followed by the sound of footsteps rapidly moving in the opposite direction Jean went in. Feeder had no idea what it was, and just completely froze. He knew someone or something was coming his way.

Soon enough, the open corridor ahead was occupied with Jean, sprinting like the wind. Feeder still once again unaware of what was going on just watched as Jean tore down the corridor so fast, she was almost hazy to Feeders vision. Jean was quickly close to Feeder, but she didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. Suddenly, a loud scream emerged from Jeans mouth. "Run! Run! Run!" Feeder knew something was coming. He could hear it. He had no idea what it was; but it sounded big and unpleasant. Given the things he'd seen and had been told about so far, he wasn't going to stick around and find out what it was. After making an almost sudden one hundred and eighty degrees turn, Feeder darted as fast as his wounds allowed him. Before he knew it, a large shadow filled the corridor; something was definitely behind him, moving closer and closer with each step Feeder took. Everything went blurry in his head. All he could see was Jean ahead of him sprinting as fast as she could; breathing heavily; not looking back. Both Jean and Feeder were in the lobby seconds later. The lobby was divided into two portions, each segment separated only by a mere desk, which appeared to be a reception.

Feeder realised the large double doors to the right of him with a large exit sign directly above them. However, he was baffled by the fact that Jean appeared to be leering towards the other route. Feeder knew he wasn't going to stay in this place, and prolong this pursue any longer. He took a quick step to the left then another larger step to the right in an attempt to confuse the still unidentified thing behind them. He saw Jean still sprinting in the other direction. Nevertheless, the monster was still behind him.

Bare foot, and in pain, he took a few final steps towards the door, turned the knob and anticipated for freedom. The door barely budged out of its position. All became silent as Feeder released the door knob. He knew it was behind him, he could smell the foul thing. Gently, he took a few more deep breaths, closed his eyes and jerked the door knobs around once again. Still, he had no luck. He swiftly turned around completely to see what was in store for him. His eyes were dazzled at the sight of this thing that stood before him. It stood 7ft tall. Its face looked like it had multiple stitches all over. One of its eyes was even stitched tightly shut. Its hands were pretty much its weapons. It's as if the fingers were just blades of the end of a few ordinary kitchen knifes.

It just stood there, staring at Feeder, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike him down. Feeder, somehow, knew this. He knew to stand perfectly still. He didn't really know how he knew, he just…knew. The monster grew impatient and hungry. It was obviously angry due to the effort it had to put to catch up to its meal. With one heavy breath (which was visible to all and carried a bizarre, unbearable stench) the large brute roared louder than a concord engine. Feeder was scared, very scared. He went white all over. Goosebumps coated his already freezing body. He was so frightened; it was as if his entire body was immovable and paralysed. Without warning, he felt something firmly grasp his right hand.