t - 5 minutes

~prologue~

                august 25th, 1998

                     "that's the last of the boxes ma'am" the delivery driver yelled from the hall. "thank you ! your payment should be on the kitchen counter !" you say dropping the last of you bathroom supplies in the master bathroom. "found it, i'll be on my way ma'am." the delivery driver says as he leaves through the front door closing it behind him. you walk through the main hall to the front door to lock it, after all you aren't stupid. you turn to face the small open space of your apartment, sighing a breath of relief. "well we're finally here mimi, raccoon city." your small black cat looking at you annoyed because she's been in her carrier all day. "oh don't look at me like that. once i get my first paycheck from the police station i"ll buy you all the treats and toys your little cold heart could ever want." her ears perk up at the word 'treat' and you giggle to yourself.

              walking back into the master bathroom you glance at yourself in the mirror. you tall, slender frame damp from sweat. your long dark hair messily pulled back in something that kinda resembles a ponytail. your pale skin only being broken up by the many freckles that cover your body. the paint stained sweats and college class shirt hanging loosely off your body, after all it would be kinda dumb to wear nice clothes on moving day. you sigh but this time from annoyance, noticing a bright red pimple on your forehead. "great. just what i needed, a giant pimple the weekend before i start my new job."

                you make your way to the master bedroom. it's not big but its big enough for you and your cat who is already sitting on the bed you spent all morning putting together. "this will be good for us, a new place, a fresh start." you say as you sit down relaxing into the mattress. you lift your wrist to check your watch one more time before falling asleep. "9:30." shit. an hour past the bedtime you set for yourself. you curl up next to mimi before dosing off, stroking her soft fur. her purring being the last thing you hear before being greated by a pleasant nights sleep