A man sits across from Brendan with a pen in his right hand, glasses on and a notepand resting on his lap. Brendan sits there for the 7th week in a row. Every week he would go to the same community health centre, wait the same amount of time until his name would called, sit in the same room with the same man across from him now.
"Now Brendan, i think we are making progress with these nightmares and the constant paranoia" The man says picking up his notebook with his left hand.
"Is that your personal observation or your proffesional observation?" Brendan replies
"Proffesional, your nightmares have gone down from everynight to a couple of times a week and you have left the safty of your home to go out and do everyday things without the thought of being attacked by someone"
"Or something"
"You keep saying that, but since we started these sessions, you have never told me what happened"
"I told you, i survived Raccoon City"
"Yes the plague that killed most of the city"
"Killed and brought them back to life"
"Brendan, its just your imagination, zombies are not reality"
"You say that like im insane"
"Your not insane, your just...Troubled"
"You know what is troubled doctor? The fact that im in here because of a fucked up situation, where the dead came back to life and started eating other people, mutants walked the street hunting and killing, watching friends being killed by an evil corperation that somehow covered their tracks"
"Are you talking about Umbrella Brendan?"
"Damn right im talking about Umbrella"
"We have spoken about this, there was no evidence to implicate Umbrella as a suspect, plus they are the ones putting medications and cures of pharmacy shelves in alot of places"
"No offence doctor, but were you in Raccoon City?"
"No"
"Did you watch as a man working for Umbrella shoot your friend, a work partner in the head after she turned. Did you fly away watching your best mate fight off a creature that was hunting him down?"
"No"
"Exactly, you know nothing about what happened"
"I cant when it didnt happen Brendan"
"Doctor, Umbrella is a fucked up corperation doing experiments on humans, animals and god knows what else! I work as a police officer at Eagle Hills Police Depeartment and we have mutiple reports of missing people. its similair to what happened in Raccoon City, except the fact that the victim got their flesh torn off them by cannibals that were later revealved to be Umbrella experiments that had been let loose from their facility in the Arkly Mountains"
"Are you saying, we might have an outbreak to Raccoon City?"
"No, Umbrella wouldnt be stupid twice. Im saying Umbrella are conducting experiments here... in Eagle Hills"
The doctor shakes his head and scribbles on his notepad. He then reaches behind him and grabs another piece of paper and begins to write on it.
"Im prescribing these, it will clear your mind and help with the nightmares" The Doctor says
Brendan roles his eyes, but nods in agreement. He knew the doctor wasnt believeing him, he didnt need medication, Brendan needed retribution for his fallen friends and to destroy Umbrella so no more lives were lost to the horrible creations they had created. The Doctor hands him the Prescription and Brendan walks to the door, opening it slowly before turning to the doctor and asking a question straight out.
"Are you involved with Umbrella in any way doctor?"
The doctor takes off his glasses and looks at him, he places his glasses on top of his notepad.
"No, im a psych, i do my job because i care about people, they offered me a job, but i turned it down, i have people i care about at this community centre and i plan on sticking by those people" He replied
Brendan nods and walks out the door and out of the community centre into the nice warm weather of Eagle Hills.

Tayla sits at the table in the middle of the cabins kitchen, across from her is the man she had just rescued from 2 of the Umbrellas henchman. She knows who he is and what Umbrella has done, she also knows him from high school, she use to admire him from affar. He seemed nice, always made people laugh and smile, he never frowned and always smiled himself. She never had the nerve to go up to him though.
"Want to explain anymore to me?" He asks
She takes another sip of her coffee that sit besides her left arm and begins to speak.
"You need to get out of town as soon as we are done hear, get as far away as you can, Umbrella is on the hunt, you are one of their prey. Get out and stay low"
"What makes you think i will just leave?" He asks concerned
"Because its the best thing for you and your loved ones"
"Where would i go?"
"Up north, ill come to you once everything here is sorted out"
"how will you know where i am?"
"I have my ways"
"Are you always in command?"
"What do you mean?"
"Demanding all the time"
Tayla ponders on the thought, her last relationshion didnt work because her partner told her he felt clustered, like her was in a cage. Worried about everything he did because he didnt want to face her reaction.
"Sadly" She replies bowing her head down and looking straight at her cup of coffee.
"Let me guess, he left you because he was worried about every move he made?"
"how did you know that?" She asks shooting a look at him
"Your face tells the story, every heard the saying one picture can say a thousand words?"
"yes"
"Your face is a piece of art. A picture. It has a thousand words too"
Tayla looks at him, understanding what he said and smiling, no one has every figured her out like that, not even a girl. She smiles to the thought but dismisses it straight away!
"you should leave, get far away as you can" Tayla instructs as she stands up.
"and you?" The man asks standing up
"Ill deal with Umbrella"