Raccoon City, just a normal town, full of people, sprawling industrial estates, chains of shops connected in endless webs, and the streets full of children playing happily without a damn care in the world, well, that was before the murders started. That mess made nationwide news, and then the anti-terrorist unit S.T.A.R.S were sent in late July.
That was one hell of a disaster, from my understanding; almost the entire team got wiped out. Blew the living hell outta some private mansion to the north too. The survivors? They had some madcap story about zombies and Umbrella, Raccoon City's biggest single employer. Can you imagine that? A horror movie happening in your town's backyard? Nah, nah, I didn't think so.
Heh… needless to say the press had a field day. The survivors just disappeared one
day. All sorts of rumours were running wild, about what the S.T.A.R.S survivor's had done, what 'really' happened on that night. It has to be said; those murders stopped once that mansion got wrecked, and for a while, the children played on the streets again. That was until early this month. Those murders started again.Exactly the same as before, some poor kid wanders off, and BAM, another tragic case. This time the cops couldn't do a thing. They'd spent their ace in the hole when they sent in S.T.A.R.S.
That fat pig of a police chief Irons was on TV earlier tonight, sprouting the usual crap: You know the deny and confirming nothing story:
"We cannot confirm, nor deny that these heinous crimes are the work of the perpetrators of the crimes earlier this year. The police department is dedicating every single available officer on to this case immediately. We will catch these criminals, and I intend to push for the death penalty, my heart is with the poor victims families tonight" Irons started down at the camera, that pig face arranged into a laymen's expression of sympathy, his voice oiled and polished to a superb sheen.
Wonderful speech, shame it didn't say anything other than we're going to catch them. Fat asshole. You know, I really hate that kinda crap, why can't they just say what they mean to say outright? Blaargh!
I hear he's intending to run for Mayor when the next election comes round, welll he ain't getting my vote. Screw him. Michael Warren at least understands the common man, while Ironsie just treats us like we were five. I hate politics, they just don't speak English, it's like they have this special language where yes means no and no means yes.
Come to think of it, I'd better phone in to see if I can finally go back to work tomorrow, three days! Three fricking days! The cops have been there, investigating. I'm not even being paid for crying out loud. I need money man, I've got some left but it's not much, just enough to tide me over for the next few days, but for once I really wish I could go to work.
Did I just say that? Jeeez something's wrong with me if I'm saying that. That and what's with everyone coming down with the flu as well? It's just the middle of September!
Down at work, half of them phoned in sick before the cops started investigating. I just hope Rickys in when I go back; he needs to get those trainers of his back before they stink out my flat. They reek! His feet ain't human, he's something else… When I get a hold of him he's gonna wish he'd never been born for forgetting those things. I swear… It's getting late, I'm off to bed. Screw phoning in, I'll do it in the morning.