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Okay, I know I'm not up to date with most popular culture, but even I know that hearing a "good morning" as you walk by a sewer opening is grounds to expect a homicidal clown and be ready to fight.

Especially here.

Turns out it was a lady behind me with her dog. But still.

Why can’t I dream about anything nice? I found my desk at the Raccoon City Police Department and it looks as though the department was going to have a little welcome party for me. The zombie apocalypse happened before I got here and now half of the department is dead and the other half are zombies that want to eat my flesh. There’s a part of me that wishes I’d reported when I was supposed to. The other half is glad that I didn’t.

I woke up this morning and apparently the gun I use in the dreams is here now. And so is my RPD uniform. The gun is useful, I guess. Not so sure about the uniform.