Prologue

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September 24th 1998
Somewhere on Kiss Street, Raccoon City

Chuck Anderson, a Raccoon Police Department officer, opened his car's door with some tinge of annoyance, after parking it on the boundary of Raccoon Park, the city's main park.
It was about eight P.M., and having to patrol the area surrounding the Raccoon Hospital for an extra couple hours didn't do much to ease the man's suffering:
his throat was fiercely sore and he couldn't stop sneezing at all.

Blast it! I think I caught one hell of a cold!

The forty years old, short brown-haired, brown sunken-eyed cop wasn't going to wait any longer in the rain.
A never-ending downpour continued for several days, so much to eclipse the sun during daytime.
Raccoon City, a town located in the US Midwest, hasn't faced such storms in a long time, which didn't do much to improve the already precarious situation it was facing those last months:
On May twentieth, a family out for a picnic around Cedar, a small community by the Arklay Mountain Range, wound up finding a corpse out of the blue.
Further scientific investigation revealed the victim's identity:
Bethany May.
A young mailwoman in her late twenties who, a few days earlier, didn't report back for work after jogging in the woods.
Chuck was there that day, and the thoughts about the poor young woman's mangled body still haunted his nights.

Her face was gone... something, or someone did... My god!

If it were a single case of wild animals mauling a person, it would have been over soon, and so would his experiencing such a gruesome event...
God how wrong he was:
After that, missing people to retrieve turned into an actual daily routine.
Complete families, small children, unfortunate hunters and trekkers...
All of them were found with injuries not unlike Bethany's:
Body parts being devoured by vicious bites...
And tooth marks bearing an outstanding similarity to a human jaw.

Twenty cases just in July... not to mention reports of aggressions at the city's outskirts.

Eventually, unable to think of a terrorist group or some cannibalistic cult being involved, the RPD sent their very best officers to investigate the Arklay Mountain Range:
The Special Tactics & Rescue Service, also known as S.T.A.R.S., a special team made by veterans, researchers and war tech experts.
Unfortunately, their intervention turned out to be fruitless. On the top of that, it casted a shadow on the city's security:
On July twenty-third, communication with one of the two teams the RPD sent there, Cpt. Marini's Bravo Team, was lost when their chopper ended up crashing somewhere in the mountains, and when Cpt. Wesker's Alpha Team went out to rescue them, the RPD was unaware of what was actually happening up there.
The next morning, Alpha Team's chopper landed on the PD heliport and only six out of thirteen STARS agents came back, raving about finding a secret laboratory within a manor owned by the Umbrella Corporation pharmaceutical company foundator, Ozwell E. Spencer, which was filled with "monsters", and the woods around it crawling with even worst creatures, the same who caused the past months' gruesome murders.
Chuck, of course, didn't believe a thing STARS exposed himself, just like the police chief Brian Irons, or the Mayor Michael Warren refused to listen:
A few days later, the agents were shamed and accused to be a bunch of drunkards on duty and an embarrassment to the US police force, and STARS was completely disbanded.
It was predictable after all:
Accusing Umbrella Corporation, a world-renowed pharmaceutical corporation with branches all around the world and based in Europe was sheer madness.
Raccoon City owed its industrialization, its switching from a small county in 1993 to a modern city to Umbrella, which elected to found a research facility there.
Many citizens worked for the Corporation, with Umbrella offering priceless financial support to help making Raccoon City wider..
Anderson had no affiliation with any STARS member at all, and that's what he wanted.
Of course, he didn't expect to be right about them being a bunch of looneys, and felt relieved when he found out they all just vanished.

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