Raccoon City Communications

Zombies? HELL YES.

Other than the obvious, though, this place is kind of a dump. And by dump I mean it feels just like home. Which is completely, completely awesome.

I'll be honest, though. I kinda want a beer. And...Some company. But before I do all that, I guess I better make sure I have a place to have company over. I don't think most ladies take well to being entertained with zombie reek in the air and no roof, huh?

Also, big military dude grabbing on me when I got here? Un. Fucking. Cool. Do that again and I swear to God you'll draw back a fucking nub. Bitchtits.

Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be here again. Word got to me that the city was whole again. Not hole...no that's what was left after the nuke. But an actual city. A city over the ashes of all the people that lost their lives the first time those things took over. The fact that the government even let this TriCell rebuild the city blows my mind. Though, I suppose there aren't many of us left that knew of it's original horrors.

When I got here, some people stopped me, handing me cash and a pamphlet. I looked at it and gave it all back. When I told them who I was, they stopped in awe. Like I'm a legend or something. We'll see.

For those who don't know me, I'm Chris Redfield, and I'm one of the few survivors of the original virus that took over Raccoon City. I noticed on that paper that there's still some zombies running around in the now lower city. Right. If you can help it? Don't go down there. If for some reason you do, protect yourself. You won't survive for long.

Is there anyone around that knows what virus has taken them over? What we're dealing with? If there's a chance to keep the people of this city safe without having to worry about another nuke, I'm willing to help out.

So much for just coming back for a visit. Guess I'm here for the long haul.

My name is Bella, should anyone need my assistance.

A pamphlet... I believe I'd find it interesting if it wasn't filled with the most rudementary information. I could have looked up and saw the shambling carriers with my own eyes. There was no need for a pamphlet. It's just a waste of paper. There isn't even any information on just which strain it is. It's not T... not entirely, anyway.

i wonder if i can obtain lab space and a specimen. i didn't want to give the armed men my name in case they were after my precious g-virus again. i hid my id and the vial.