Chapter III

Will was taken back in shock as he nervously stood there staring at the injured man. The next look on the bartender's face was anger as the man preceded to attack the nearby group of men sitting in the corner.

Then all hell broke loose.

"AAAGHGGGGHHHHH"!

One of the most brilliant men to ever teach in the halls of Raccoon City High was now being torn apart by the bloody man who entered the bar a few moments ago. The man was acting furious; biting the neck of the man and moaning gleefully as the teacher fell to the floor…

In an act of self-defense, for him and the people in his bar, Will reached under the bar momentarily as the men were yelling in fear as they were trying to get the man off of their old friend. Will appeared once again with a large twelve-gauge shotgun in hand and leaped over the bar. "I want you out of here now mister! Don't make me use this!" he said, loading the shells in by hand as the men pulled the other person off of the injured teacher, causing the bloody man to roll into the middle of the floor of the bar. By then everyone in the bar was naturally rattled, wondering what the hell was going on. The bloody man stood back up and lurched towards Will. Will finally got a god look at the man now; long dark hair, appeared to be Caucasian, but one feature stood out. His left eye was gouged out, the remnants of it spread across his face and shirt.

Will panicked, loaded the seventh shell, aimed and quickly fired. Both men were sent back reeling; Will into a nearby table while the now dead man was flung through the window of the bar.

Both Kevin and David jumped at the sound that just came from the bar room. "What the hell was that?" David said, rushing to the bathroom door, wrench in hand. Kevin followed suit, his hand close to the holster of his .45 magnum. Normally, the RPD issued standard M9 Berettas or Glock 17 handguns, holding fifteen bullets and seventeen bullets respectively. Since the heightened state of alarm in the city, Irons had replaced everyone's handguns for much more powerful weapons. One other thing Irons did to help keep secure streets was to assign one squad car an extra handgun to be stored inside the locked glove compartment.

As David and Kevin rushed out the bathroom door, so did Yoko out of the women's bathroom. All three noticed Will, shotgun in hand, as he wearily stood up out of one of the nearby booths, running in Kevin's direction. "Kevin, someone busted the door in a second ago and attacked someone in the bar. He wouldn't respond to me and he wouldn't stop so I had to pull the shotgun out from the bar and I shot him. He flew through the window." Kevin, coolly and calmly assessing the situation, assured Will. "Give me the shotgun, Will. I believe you. I'm going to go over and call for some backup. You go and lock the door. Do you have a first aid kit somewhere for this man?" Cindy piped in. "There's a first aid kit upstairs in the employee locker room. I'll run and get it," and she quickly grabbed the employee key from her pocket, unlocked the door, and rushed up the stairs. Kevin, shotgun in hand, laid it down across the bar as he picked up the phone. "David," he said. "Go with Will and check outside the door for any other squad cars nearby." David nodded as Will was already at the door, turning the knob.

George was having a hell of the night. He was kneeling over his mortally wounded friend, applying pressure to the wound with a strip of George's jacket he ripped off. He had wanted to get some dinner before he had to drive his friends back home and head in to the hospital for a night shift, but from the looks of things, that wasn't going to happen.

Will was outside with David as they looked on the chaos that was engulfing the city.

Dozens of citizens were running in shock, officers were building up mini barricades to try and provide cover for the frightened citizens. Stores were being looted, people were being attacked, and cars were up in blaze. There were dead bodies layered out in the streets. David stood there in shock Will was heading back towards the bar entrance when he saw the one window that he blew the bloody man out of moments ago, and realized he was gone.

"What in the hell!" Will ran to where the man should have been laying in a pool of blood. As he looked back up, he saw another person silently pushing on the second window to the bar. This person acted similar to the other one he blew away just minutes ago. Then, reality hit him. "Are these people….dead? Oh my god…." Will stepped back and ran back into the bar. David snuck behind the man at the window, took his wrench, and smashed it against the man's head. Upon impact, the man fell into the street corner, dead as a doornail. David then rushed inside.

"Guys," David announced. "Something is wrong out there. It's some sort of mass riot or something. We need to get out of here or something is gonna ha—" David was cut off by Will frantically babbling. "I've seen enough movies man…this isn't a riot…this is an outbreak! Those are ZOMBIES out there, man!" Will started to pace around the bar, stopping in front of the window table where Alyssa was seated. "Haven't you seen those movies by Romero? The DEAD are coming back to life! You become one of them when bitten. If we want to live, we need to leave now!"

The window then shattered, arms reaching through the broken window.

Cindy, back from upstairs, first aid kit in hand, saw the last glimpse of her boss and friend Will as he was pulled through the window. He was never seen alive again…