Raccoon City Communications

..Anyone need an artist by chance? I can make anything.

People in and out, in and out all day. Where am I? What's going on? I'm tried of answering all these mundane questions. I had to figure it out on my own, so should everyone else. Idiots, all of them. Maybe I should just get used to it...not likely.

Since I've arrived there hasn't been a single thing that made sense. Besides the hospital and even that doesn't entirely. Zombies? Mutant dogs? People just appearing in from no where? It sounds like a bunch of rubbish, but its real...unfortunately.