Chapter II

September 19, 1998

Reports were coming in from several places that more attacks have started happening on the outskirts of Raccoon. The hospitals were starting to become crowded with victims of all sizes to fatal ones to small scratches that could be stitched up quickly and sent home. The police started patrolling the main streets of Raccoon to watch for any more possible problems that they would attend to. The mayor went on local television stations to calm the folks of this large city. "People of Raccoon," Mayor Michael Warren started, "We have seen worse days for our booming city before. The power outage that sent the entire city in darkness this past July for three days, the senseless destruction of a historical building to the city of Raccoon, and the ongoing scandal involving our Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. I know that with cooperation and effort with our city officials and law enforcement that we will overcome this small illness that has broken out in our town. If people fear for their safety and want to leave our city, then please to so in an orderly fashion. No further questions." This hastily put together speech did nothing to calm the citizens down however.

September 20, 1998. "The date which will live in infamy." This is the day that the cannibal murders escalated into something bigger than anyone in Raccoon City, nay, the world had ever seen before.

The science teachers were already tossing down shots. They finally decided for a date for their friend's bachelor party. They decided to have some drinks at J's Bar before going over to the groom's house to hang around and watch television. The teachers got all of their friends rounded up in the bar and had a toast for their friend. All the friends threw up their hands in a half-drunken toast….well, except for one man. George got the luck of the draw as being the designated driver. George wasn't much of a drinker anyway, but after this troubling day at Raccoon General, he needed anything with some alcohol in it.

Will, the bartender of J's Bar, was wiping off the counter while the waitress of the night, Cindy, was grabbing another round of drinks for the bachelor group in the corner. Cindy was Will's best waitress; everyone liked her. Of course, the only reason she was working today was that the other waitresses called in sick. He knew one thing; Cindy would get a big raise on her upcoming paycheck next week…

Will turned his attention to the nearby police officer watching the football results on the TV. "Hey, Kevin, you want something to drink?" Kevin laid his only meal of the day down and responded, "Will, man, now more than ever I'd love to, but Irons told us no alcohol consumption because we're short staffed on officers right now. A bunch have gotten that illness going around. The ones who aren't sick are on call now, and if he catches one of us coming in through the doors drunk, he said we'd be canned…"

"Oh, ok man." Will responded.

"When all this junk is over and done with, there'll be a beer here on the house with your name on it." Will started to grab Kevin's dirty plate. "You want anything else to eat?" he asked. "Nah, I'm gonna be full for quite some time. I got to have my meat, but if I eat anymore tonight, I'll look like a cannibal," he said as he slid off the barstool to go to the restroom.

Mark looked over at his security co-worker and close personal friend, Bob. His friend was lying down on the bar; resting off the long hard day they had just gone through. There had been a lot of troubling people trying to raise a ruckus or loot stores today, and the two were part of the seven that to walk the mall beat that day. Mark ordered another round for himself as he wondered how much aspirin he had back at home…

Alyssa had a deadline to put in for tomorrow. She was given the top story of the minute that had been on everyone's mind; the mysterious illness that has plagued the city. She was flipping over her notepad of the different interviews she had taken down with certain higher-ups that ran the city. The last one she had was with the police chief, Brian Irons. "Boy, what a creep…I hope to god he doesn't end up mayor," she thought to herself. He'd become a monster if he got all of that power. Her interview with him had seemed….fixed…as if someone had rehearsed the interview with him. He also seemed like he was hiding something because he was acting nervous throughout the whole interview. Sweaty palms, nervous stare, cracking voice; all the signs were there that Chief Irons wasn't telling her everything he knew. Maybe it was the judgment on the S.T.A.R.S. members' fate. Irons had suspended them until further notice due to the events that had happened on the night of July 24.

It was accused that the S.T.A.R.S. attempted and succeeded in destroying the Spencer Estate, supposedly killing six of their eleven members in their explosion. "I'm going to call up to some of the S.T.A.R.S. members tomorrow and see if I can find out any other info on this. Maybe they have been kicked off the R.P.D., but I won't know until I ask them." She looked at her other notepad of the names of the S.T.A.R.S. members and pulled out the sheet with the eleven members, the deceased underlined for memory purposes. Of those eleven members, only five weren't dead.

Alpha:

Albert Wesker

Jill Valentine

Chris Redfield

Brad Vickers

Barry Burton

Joseph Frost

Bravo:

Enrico Marini

Forest Speyer

Kenneth Sullivan

Richard Aiken

Rebecca Chambers

She'd call the first still living name on the list. "What a name…" Alyssa thought to herself.

Yoko decided it was time for a change. She'd been working so hard once she got out of high school for that job she finally just recently got with Umbrella that she had completely thrown out her personal and social life. Her hair had grown out past her chest, almost reaching her thighs. She hadn't went out and bought any decent clothes and months. Even when it came to having a companion, she hadn't even tried to make an advance at anyone. She was in a freaking bar with a ton of handsome men that she could meet. She looked around the bar and saw a strong, handsome police officer head towards the bathrooms. "Man, he looks familiar…" she thought to herself as she craned her neck to the group of people over in the corner. "Those guys are out of the question…" they were probably too drunk to have a human conversation that didn't end with a stupid pickup line. She looked towards the window and saw a pretty cute guy looking up at the television, keeping tabs on the football game on. "I'll try with him…but I have to do something now before I change my mind." She thought of something she could do to fix herself up for her introduction to the handsome man in the subway uniform. She reached into her purse, grabbed the pair of scissors, and walked towards the ladies room with a plan she was sitting into motion.

"Aw…she's walking away…" Jim thought to himself. He had never had a problem with the ladies; far from it, but he had seen this girl only a few times showing up at the bar alone. She never seemed happy, and he wanted to try to change that. She looked gorgeous, and he always had a thing for Asian women. "Duh, Einstein; she's going to the bathroom. I'll just sit here and wait until she comes back…and go introduce myself to her. I might as well get something to snack on…I haven't ate anything all day. "Yo, Cindy! Come here, girl." He hollered with a grin. Cindy rushed over to Jim's table with a sly grin on her face. "Hey there, Jim. Let me guess…you're hungry. You want you're usual?" she asked in her happy tone. "Yes, I do, but you might want to wait a minute. I don't think I'll be dining alone tonight…" Cindy shook her head as she trotted back towards the back of the far.

As Kevin walked through the restroom door, he was immediately greeted with the rancid stench of crap. Normally, the bathroom wasn't that bad smelling, even the small window in the bathroom was open, but he then realized the problem; a toilet had broke. Crouched nearby was a plumber in a yellow jumpsuit working to resolve the problem. Kevin knew the plumber; he'd went to high school with David and even started up with him in the police academy before David dropped out to take over his family's business.

"Hey there, Dave!" Kevin said, his words echoing around the tiled bathroom. David, startled, looked up and saw his old friend looking down on him. "Oh, hey Kevin. I'm arm deep in crap right now, so you might not want to use this toilet if you know what's good for you…" he said, grabbing a nearby wrench. Kevin giggled, "Don't worry, I have good aim." David looked up with a grin on his face. "If you know what's best for you, I don't think you want to try aiming with that. You're better off aiming something at the shooting range than aiming at something in the bathroom."

"Last Call!" Will was about to cut the alcohol supply off to his barflies when someone stumbled through the door. He could hear some screams coming from outside, but he assumed it was from celebration of the outcome of tonight's victorious Raccoon City team winning their opening game the local high school had. "Hey bud. You might want to come in and get you a drink if you're going to; I just gave last call." The man said nothing.

"Sir, are you alright?" Will asked, staring at the man as he swayed slightly, seemingly drunk.

The man looked up, his face drenched in gore.