Author's Note: Oh I like this one, Mike Bishop is a very interesting character as you will see please read further to find out.
Corrupted Service
09/27/98 Today is the day I gave up my life for a badge even as I sit here in an alleyway cluttered with trash and dismembered body parts I still will not put that badge back on. That dirty, vile, piece of silver and gold! what I did with that badge I did not like at all. I sit here with my shotgun and the 1 bullet I have chosen to keep, my hand resting on the trigger with an Ice cold grip, waiting for my maker to come. Shooting myself would be out of the question because I am a man of morals and those morals I shall keep but I do not except all morals as god's morals. Thinking in my head it still seems like a dream.
07/01/98 I was just a rookie cop doing my patrols down route 66 near the Arklay mountains everything was going fine until I found that damn car! As we passed it my partner put on the search light, it casted a dull, pale light even whiter then the moon could have projected. As we drove by I could not get the sound of the engine cutting through the silence of the night as it revved and turned. The light caught something suddenly a red streak "what the hell is that?" my partner said as he wondered along the car's side with the spot light. It's trained light finally stopped on the driver's seat window. Blood stains that's what it was bloodstains in the shape of hand print. My god they where small enough to be a child but that isn't what scared me for in the passengers seat sat a corpse.
"Holy shit! Mike get on the friggin radio" my partner said as he stepped out of the car. The person in question was skinned alive and seemed to have had her hair ripped out and thrown all over the place. I studied it once more with the ridiculous notion that it had moved but no dead things just don't move or so I thought. I looked at the radio it made a green glow that comforted me for a second or two as the static hummed I felt calm. "I have to pull myself together" I said aloud I grabbed the radio and clenched the receiver. "This is Mike cofflin unit six we need assistants female driver found dead on route 66 at intersection to guest house over". I waited for the call it came at lightning speed "we ah read your situation sending out emergency units over" the humming static took over the radio again I was then again put into that weary calm state. "Mike come quick! I found another victim!" at this reply I got out of my car and bolted for the woods. Pushing vines and weeds and other things out of my way I just ran, I ran for the sake of god how I did run.
When I came to my partner there he was looking at a little girl who was blugeded "dear sweet Jesus!" I said looking away. She seemed to have died slow and painful I could tell by the look of utter fear in her emotionless black eyes that to where all most out of her head and on the ground. She also seemed to be clenching something when I looked closer it was a teddy bear and with it was a card. I picked it up and searched it with my eyes it was a construction paper made card with glue and sparkles it was badly stained with intestines but still readable. I flipped it over carefully it read "To the best daddy in the whole world I love you Sarah" I dropped the card and started crying. "Dear god there is a man out there who has just lost a god damn wife and child" my partner patted me on the back.
"It happens here often this is not the first wild dog attack" he said getting up and returning to the car. "Animal attack! this was not made by any damn dog it was made by something else like a fucking person" I said in anger my partner turned around and grabbed me by the neck. His grip was vice like not giving any signs of a gentle touch. "Listen you son of a bitch here we do it a little different I was hoping you would figure this out your self but I guess I'll have to show you!" he turned my head very forced to the guest house road. "You see that road that is Umbrellas road, that is there testing ground, do you know what umbrella is!" he said getting near my face. The smell of whiskey was on his breath and his eyes where as black and cold as the dead girl. "Serves them right for going near it!" he threw me on the ground "no pick it up rookie we better go wait for them to arrive". I was astonished by this act and was going to file a report. If only I knew that this was the begging of a tremendous nightmare
07/05/98 It had only been four days since what had occurred on my patrol but the images where still fresh in my mind. My partner Steve did not seem to care he just went along like nothing ever happened he was just humming and filing papers as if he had no remorse for what he saw. This whole police department is strange everything here seems to be made by this company called Umbrella. Not a day goes by that I do not see that god for sake n logo on something hell even are bullets are made by these guys. In my heart I know something Is wrong when I went to file the report against my partner the receptionist stated Chief Irons fully excepts Steve's behavior as cool thinking and right minded. I could not believe what I was hearing.
Then I decided to go over the case but that to was closed deemed animal attacks. This place is getting weirder and weirder by the second . Every night Chief Irons seems to lock himself in his office and do nothing sometimes when I am filing papers or sweeping the floors I can hear him frantically talking to himself. The next thing I found sickened me to the deepest extent. Child pornography on his desk in his computer everywhere this was definitely not evidence. But once again the head board just dismissed it as nothing.
07/08/98 The day of the two victims funeral the father found out at work it seemed they where going to visit him there I guess they didn't make it. I got dressed up in my Sunday best when I got to the church I was nervous I had to be face to face with the little girls family some how I could of prevented the deaths. As I knelt down to pray on the pew I noticed something another Umbrella logo there was no escape from the company they made everything. Solemnly the coffins where carried away in the hot July sun the black wood on them glistened then to my horror and disbelief a engraving of the Umbrella sigh stood there looking at me like an evil demon or old enemy. There was definitely some how a connection between the deaths and the company but what?
08/29/98 As the murders increased so did the unwillingness of the police force to investigate. I being the only one who cares about it had been investigating and interviewing people. More murders more talk of people being skinned and animals being savagely ripped apart. Even bodies at the morgue where missing or partially devoured. I interviewed everyone I could think of they all seemed pretty clamed up about the whole thing. I had to know what was going on justice had to come it had to come for Sarah.
09/15/98 My reports in this note have been becoming more inconsistent to the point where I barley pick it up anymore. Today it happened my first encounter with those things since the car on the side of the road. Me and Steve where patrolling the streets it seemed quiet enough all that was heard was the sound of stray dogs rummaging through trash cans. The moon cast an eerie glow onto the streets it seemed we where nearing the grave yard. I studied it it was all alone on a hill bathed in white light it looked so tranquil so peace ful. The trees where outlined in black and as they swayed in the wind it seemed that they where saying hi or saying come in.
I turned around and looked at my partner who had slowed down to five miles an hour his jaw was masked with green light from the radio but the rest of him was disguised with darkness. "What are you looking at kid!" he said sheepishly as though he where laughing at me. "Nothing just wondering why you are slowing down Steve" I managed to choke out. "Because a bunch of sick fucks like to go playing with themselves in grave yards" he said chuckling and playfully elbowing me in my stomach. "Ha" I said It wasn't really funny I just wanted to stop talking as fast as possible. He reved his engine and sped up while gaining speed "yeah" he said "now where going for a ride" he scared me as his eyes became wild. "Come on Mikey boy have some fun" he said taking big sips of his whiskey that sat in the cup holder.
He stopped the car really fast backed it up and sat silent with his hands in his lap and his foot revving up the idling squad car. It was opposite from the graveyard gate. "What the hell are you doing Steve you are going to break the damn car!" I said buckling up "it doesn't belong to us anyways" he said tapping the Umbrella logo on the dash board and casting me a wink. He grabbed the wheel and threw the car into motion we crashed threw the gate and started to journey on down the road of the grave yard. I was scared more scared then I had ever been here I sat in a car with a rambling mad man at the wheel. It was like trusting my operation to a blind butcher.
Now I could see his whole face to it was grey on one side and his eyes they seemed dark just like Sarah's eyes had been. He seemed to be bleeding out of his nostrils and as I looked at him closer I could see he had bite marks all the way along his arm. "Come on mike drink damn you drink he shoved the bottle into my face" he let out a maniacal laughter that was as repetitive as it was cruel. I looked a head of me "Steve look out!" I said because a women who seemed to be having a midnight stroll was in the middle of the path way. "What no!" Steve swerved the car violently out of the way we where approaching a tree at a max of 90 miles per hour"no!" I curled up in a ball . The crash hit it all seemed to be in slow motion after that, Steve wasn't wearing his seat belt so he flew through the wind shield I sprang forward to but was snapped back by my seat belt. I could hear my collar bone break. It was over the car stood almost cracked in half by the tree I was a little wousy I looked at the tree and there on it was Steve's body his neck had been snapped violently in half. All that was left was a mass of gore with a badge.
I unbuckled my seat belt and got out right away a vicious pain went up my leg I winched as I looked at my swollen ankle, my neck hurt also. As I looked around I saw nothing the women was gone and so was my partner Steve. This alarmed me he couldn't be gone dead things don't move! I looked at the tree It had a blood trail leading from it into a dark corner of the grave yard. I ran to the radio it was dead no more green light no more static at least that was one dead thing that wasn't going to move. I grabbed the shotgun from what was left of the trunk and followed the blood trail. As I searched it the sights became more cryptic a piece of skin here and there a droplet of blood a finger It was like Steve was coming apart at the seams.
I walked forward with the barrel of the shotgun ahead of me like an angel making his stand at the gates of heaven. I saw a dark figure walking in the distance as it walked a metal object glistened a badge "Steve!" I called out "hey Steve" the figure came to a stop and turned a little to see me It let out an excited moan and started to limp as fast as it could towards m. I then realized that the women that was walking was also right behind him "hey Steve! you got the women is she alright" he did not answer he just seemed to be set on the goal of reaching me before the women did. As I turned around I noticed more people "hey you guys we need some help over here!" as I said this about three or four of them turned and started to slouch on down the hill. Now it seemed like a strange race or some sort of first come first serve basis all seemed hungry as they moaned and groaned excitedly. I looked over at Steve and the women again they where close enough for me to stud there eyes where placid and iced over, there lips where set at a deep tone of purple and there skin was as brown as the dirt I currently stood on. I was scared at this point I looked over the people where that where behind me seemed to be an only six yards way they where making a circle around me all boasting the facial features Steve and the mystery women had.
"Get Back all of you Steve help me out here" I said coking my shotgun for I did not know what they really where. They where now so close I could feel there hot and sticky breath that smelt of sourness n dead cat. "Stay back " I said once more this time putting the barrel up to Steves chin and clicking the hammer lock he didn't seem though notice and was frantically trying to grab at my body. "Stop damn you dead things can't move" I said squeezing the trigger. I don't know if it was fear or instinct but something made me pull that trigger it all happened in a blink of an eye his head just exploded. The blood spurted on my body staining my blue uniform and my badge and then it was done I had killed my partner but still the others where coming.
So I cocked it and I did it again I shot the mystery women's arm then again this time somebody's chest. This time I was determined to kill I could feel one of the bastards hands on my back I spun around cocked it putting his mouth. Something made me stop for an instant it was the little girl "Sarah!" I said she looked at me blankly then slashed my stomach. "Sarah!" was all I could sputter out of my jaw. I then pleaded with her and was on the verge of crying "Sarah! I tried to stop it" she just kept on coming along with the others. "Saraaaaahh!" I blew her head off then I conked another one of the strange people in the head and ran. I was running faster then I had ever run tripping over grave stones, and rushing past other groups of strange people. I finally came to the broken gate there was another squad car with it's sirens on all I could see was it's flashing light but I knew I was safe. As I approached it I could see it was the same story as before just blood stains. I frantically flung ope the door not realizing that all that was in it was an officers hat I picked it up examining it. It had a big whole in it and a piece of gore still inside the hat. I didn't think I got in the car and drove from then on something in my mind just did'nt click right.
09/27/98 Here I am again in the alley with the same shotgun and the same dirty badge what is it you asked the badge made me do. It made me lie my god I could of stopped it now Sarah haunts my dreams now she's everywhere. In my mind and in my body I still have the card in my left pocket. I have to go now. I fear I am going to die.
Sincerely,
Mike Bishop the rookie
"I love you daddy" he said sobbing into his gun. "Mike ,Mike Bishop" Mike looked up and there was a little girl with a jump rope. "Mike put that shotgun down you know you want to play with me" she said turning into a monster. "This badge" Mike said flipping it over and seeing the Umbrella logo "proves I belong to Umbrella". "Everything belongs to Umbrella you me the reader of this note" he said laughing. He threw the badge on the ground and put the shotgun in his mouth "Mike you are not playing by the rules you know what you have to do" she said shoving the jump rope in his face. "Right!" he got up and grabbed it "your absolutely 100 right I have to play by the rules" "That's right Bishop remember Steve didn't play by the rules and he came back you don't want to come back do you" she said flashing him puppy dog eyes. "Right!" he cocked the shotgun and pointed it at her "you played by the rules so you don't come back!" he fired the shotgun at her braking her into a million pieces. Suddenly she disappeared all that was there was the empty shell on the cold concrete Mike threw the gun to the side but realized something he still had the jump rope. "This time I will not come back no one is suppose to come back" he said climbing the step ladder. He through the jump rope over "Just long enough" he said making a noose out of it. He slid it on his neck and put his hands behind his back
"Dead things don't move!" he stepped of the ladder and he was his neck was snapped clean there he hung by a little girls jump rope.