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Chapter 2: Wakey wakey sunshine.

Date: 16/9/98 Time 09:47

Raccoon City. A city that screamed originality. Although somewhat small in size, it had technologically advanced hospitals, schools that provided an excellent education, high-paying jobs and exquisite housing. People here were good folk, the kind that would say hi to you on the street, or ask you how your day was. Various beautiful monuments littered the town, including a vast, hugely detailed park, and an enormous, beautifully decorated clock tower. And it was not just the city that invited people to live in Raccoon. Surrounding the city was a huge forest, with all types of trees scattered across the area. Encircling the forest, and the city, was the Arklay mountain range. During the summertime, hikers would often visit Raccoon to climb it, bringing more money into the city. Both economically and aesthetically, this was a utopian paradise.

All except one single part of the city.

The downtown area.

This was a run-down and shoddy part of Raccoon, besmirching its otherwise glorious image. Crack dens, pornography stores, strip clubs and shoddy apartment buildings were about the only structures in the district. Gang wars, drug crimes and murders were a part of every day life. The mayor of Raccoon City had given up on downtown a long time ago, focusing on improving the uptown area to compensate for it, and soon it declined into a cesspool of drugs, blood and more drugs.

It was here that the incidents had started.

It was also the place where a Miss Jane Scott lived.

In apartment 6 of 267 Sandhill Street, she was struggling to get out of bed. Her head was thumping from working the night before. She'd had to arrest a crazy bastard for one count of GBH, trying to batter a man to death with a pole. He had almost knocked her unconscious too, smacking her on the side of the head with it. She had managed to cuff him before he could cause any more damage, though, and now he was sitting pretty in an R.P.D prison cell.

Yep, that's right. Little Miss Jane was actually Officer Jane Scott of the Raccoon Police Department. She was among the best female officers in the force, equalling fellow officer and close friend Amber Bernstein. She was a very attractive lady as well, her long brown hair harmonising with her tanned complexion. She never accepted dates though; the other male officers were a bit dim-witted, according to her. She always considered herself to be a detached person from the force, her only friend being Amber. This was mainly due to her violent attitude towards people who disrespected her or her friends, often beating them to a pulp.

Despite this quality, however, Jane was the ideal cop. She was intelligent, quick to react, extremely quick-witted and a logical person. Her amazing detective skills were known across the department, solving nearly every case that was given to her.

All except the one that had been haunting her for many weeks now.

The cannibal murders spree.

The grisly murders had started a couple months back, specifically on the 20th of July. They had started around the outskirts of Raccoon City, happening in the small lodges and cabins just inside the Arklay Mountains. Horrible incidents of people being eaten alive by groups of about a dozen people. Muscles, skin, flesh, all was eaten, until only bones were left.

And there weren't just cannibals that terrorised the outskirts of Raccoon. There were claims that people were bitten and then feasted on by a pack of what appeared to be dogs. Except these dogs were killers. And they were quicker than your average Labrador.

Then S.T.A.R.S went in to investigate - and that's when things had started to get really terrifying.

The R.P.D's S.T.A.R.S (Special Tactics And Rescue Squad) unit consisted of the most elite members of the R.P.D, with some of them coming from the most powerful forces in the country; the Delta Force, the U.S Air force and the S.W.A.T team. It was divided into two separate squadrons: the less experienced Bravo Team, who usually did a recon check of an area before sending in the Alpha Team, the more experienced team, to finish the job. Out of the 12 S.T.A.R.S members that went into the forests surrounding Raccoon, only 5 made it back. According to the remaining S.T.A.R.S members, all the others were dead, having been killed by what they'd claimed to have been zombies. They'd gone on further to say that the zombies had been created due to a virus leak that had been caused by the International Pharmaceutical Enterprise, Umbrella.

And there weren't just zombies in the mansion, they'd carried on. There were abominable creatures that defied nature, including a poor girl, twisted and mutated so much that there was no human left, and a huge, massively strong monster they named the Tyrant, that they had only just managed to defeat.

And, most shocking of all, they had told the officers that the S.T.A.R.S members had been betrayed by Albert Wesker, the captain of the Alpha team. Thanks to him, they had nearly been destroyed from the inside out. In short, the remaining team members despised Umbrella, and had urged citizens to leave the city before the worst possible danger could hit the city.

Umbrella pretty much ran Raccoon City. It was because of them that Raccoon was such a technologically advanced city, even though it was a quaint little town. It donated massive amounts of money to the city, and controlledalmost all the businesses. The citizens of Raccoon thought that they were just advertising on their property for monetary gain, and didn't think that they were anything more than a friendly company attempting to lend a hand to a little mountain town, and so they were angry with the S.T.A.R.S members for accusing their generous benefactors of having committed such heinous acts against the town.

Soon after they had returned, their fellow officers became convinced that they had been driven insane by being out in the woods for so long on their own. There was also a lot of blue herb pollen up in the area, which was primarily used as a medicinal serum to cure poison, but it was also smoked by people looking for a free high. It caused symptoms such as paranoia, hallucinations and a deep sense of suspicion and mistrust. They'd mocked the S.T.A.R.S members behind their backs, and after a while, the S.T.A.R.S members had left the R.P.D, disappearing without a trace.

By not believing them, the citizens of Raccoon had made their biggest mistake.

But at this moment in time, Jane's thoughts weren't on Umbrella or S.T.A.R.S or even the R.P.D. Her main mission was to gather the strength to actually get out of her bed.

She struggled out of the greyish sheets and fell off her mattress, landing on an ashtray that she had left there a week ago. Cigarette butts and ash were all over her hair, and spilled onto the already slightly dirtied carpet. She swore under her breath and heaved herself up. She stood for a moment to get her bearings, slowly shuffled her way to the window and opened the curtains, letting sunshine spill into the room.

She looked out the window and took in the view. It wasn't much of a view, though; all she could see from her window was a brick wall and a giant billboard advertising Umbrella's latest miracle cure. Looking down at the street below, she could see a couple of dumpsters and a stack of empty beer crates sitting outside the back door of the all-night Chinese takeaway, and some overturned trash cans further down the street. There had been some empty cardboard boxes next to the trash cans yesterday, but these had been pilfered and were probably now being used as free housing for downtown Raccoon City's hobo population. Judging by the amount of garbage that was spilling out onto the sidewalk, the trash cans had been the all-you-can-eat buffet.

After looking out of the window, she staggered through the small, miserably-coloured bedroom towards the bathroom to start getting ready for work.

She stepped into the cream-coloured shower and turned the taps on, the water cascading down onto her body. She massaged the side of her head, the pain now unbearable.

"Oh well." She thought to herself. "Cost of the job." The pain gradually subsided, but there was still a nagging sensation whenever she touched it.

After getting thoroughly washed and drying herself down, she walked out of the bathroom and walked across towards her solid oak wardrobe. She opened the doors and removed her work clothes.

It consisted of a navy blue shirt, which had the initials R.P.D large and white across the chest, and a matching pair of navy blue trousers. The badge, a gold star on her chest pocket, had the identification number "5151" engraved onto it. This was the standard issue uniform of a member of the R.P.D. She walked out of her room and staggered over to the kitchen. She put on some coffee and switched on the TV, flicking over to the sports programme, checking to see if the results of the Ice Hockey match ups were up yet.

An enormous man was sitting on a leather chair behind a white desk. He had a huge smile on his face and was shuffling some papers in his hands.

"And now," a voice rang out, "The sports news with Gary Connolly. The headlines today."

The man started to speak now.

"The Raccoon Wildcats face off against the Danderville Devils in the first match of the sea--"

The sports review was suddenly cut off. The image of a man and a woman replaced it.

"We interrupt the sports review for an important news bulletin." The man exclaimed. He had a terrified look on his face.

"The bodies of 60 year old Mr Frank Whitehouse and 59 year old Mrs Angela Whitehouse were found dead on their homes early this morning."

Jane perked up slightly.

"The details confirm that the bodies appeared to have bite marks over their bodies. We can therefore assume that this couple were victim to yet again, the cannibal murderers. This brings the body count to 20"

Jane bolted upright, nearly spilling her coffee. More victims….?

"There were no witnesses at the scene, but the murderers appeared to break in through the garden window. Chief of police, Brian Irons, had this to say."

"The situation is under control. The R.P.D assures citizens that there is no cause for alarm. The case has just had a major breakthrough, and will be clear within the week. We advise citizens however, to stay indoors and keep all entrances and windows secure."

"Thank you Chief. Now back to the spor--"

Jane switched the TV off and mulled over what she had just seen. 20 deaths in a matter of weeks, no leads or clues. Irons was talking shit; they'd had no breakthrough. Telling the civvies lies wasn't going to help her sleep at night, because it could actually encourage them to go out at night while danger was still very much present in Raccoon City. However, despite the fact that Jane had a problem with the way Irons did things, she didn't dare to question him. He had a lot of power, constantly getting extra money from Umbrella by forcing his officers to go "lenient" on the company's employees. Or so everyone thought. However, the entire force knew that he was a pompous, twisted, bribe-taking bastard, and they couldn't do a damn thing about it.

She walked over to her bedroom and opened her bedside table. She grabbed the bottle of aspirin, popped the lid and fumbled two of the pills into her hand. She swallowed them quickly, and cringed as they scraped the back of her throat on their way down. She shuddered as they finally arrived at her stomach. She then reached under her pillow to remove the pistol placed there. She holstered the weapon and walked out the front door, starting her day at work.