Authors Note: This is "My" Version of George's journey through Resident evil outbreak-ALOT of variation occurs in the game so try and keep an open mind"
Chapter 1: Another Day at the Office....
"We got a bleeder!" a nurse exclaimed as a small boy was rushed into the ER as first class surgeon George Hamilton was already having received the call less than 5 minutes ago-a Car crash Mother and Father dead at the scene apparently a shambling old man was walking in the middle of the road as the family swerved to dodge him causing the crash-that's the only information he got but that wasn't his job as they placed the boy onto the operating table George was already washed up in full operating suit as he pulled the tight gloves on tying his face mask...then began his work.
"We need Hemostat fast! Sedate him now!" George ordered his staff like a sergeant the boy groaned as blood flowed to the table he began to shake as George began the injections the staff all over the place in panic most of the equipment not even gotten out. the boys eyes widening violently shaking across the table...blood pouring from his wounds as George watched on helplessly as he went into shock facing the boys eyes slowly drain of life...as the flat line was heard...the boy was dead before anything could be done...went into shock then bled out as George slowly pulled the covers over the dead boys body he walked out shaking his head taking of his bloodied surgeon clothes like a butchers smock as he turned-a lost patient like this was common..."Another Day at the office..." he said
George entered the locker room turning distastefully seeing a jar of leeches-he never new why the staff kept those around...they were very vile parasitic creatures...much like the practice of doctoring...this was REAL life not the life he envisioned when he was five exclaiming to his parents "I want to be a doctor!" he shook his head opening his locker changing into his nice suit-he didn't know why but he always liked to dress fancy-maybe it gave him a sense of satisfaction he didn't really know was he strapped on his golden laced Rolex admiring the great craftsmanship of the watch pulling up his cell phone seeing 2 new voice mails the small jingle played "Message 1-This is the divorce lawyer on the behalf of Miss-" Click! he went to the next message his eyes narrowing to glare-soon his ex-wife would have the house and his belongings-what next his soul!? "message 2" he didn't recognize the voice and no number was given "DR. Hamilton it is nice to speak with you...you probably want to know my name is trent-and i have a bit of advice...bring your medical kit with you tonight...you may find it more useful than you think...the choice is yours...good bye Doctor"
George raised a brow at the mysterious message "who...is Trent"...the question lingered as he looked at his watch-no time to wait for the answer to strike him he'd miss the subway as he closed his locker he walked out...noticing his medical kit hanging from the locker remembering the cryptic message...he stared for a moment...then snatching the kit into his coat pocket...he needed to bring it home anyway...