Resident Evil: Unloved [ENG]

Chapter 5

That room was Jack's personal study, all cluttered with various prizes on the shelves, books scattered everywhere, a wooden desk full of legal paperwork and pictures of various bottles on the wall.
It was connected to an outside balcony, right where the owner was smoking a cigarette with a dull air on his face.
The only audible noise, other than the rain, were screams, sirens, and a few frequent gunshots.
"What a mess ..." Jack murmured, scratching his almost bald head and grumbling to himself, visibly annoyed; "It looks like the end of the world."
Meg, not too far from there, was sitting on the floor in a fetal position, her hands covering her ears.
Vince also took the opportunity to smoke a cigarette, staring at that apparently deserted and quiet side of the road.
"Well... we have some time before those things can think we're here." he commented; "Anyone have a plan to avoid us from being devoured by a pair of weirdos from a Monroe movie?"
"We are just normal people, and all the weapons in the world would not be enough to protect us from them. Look how many there are." retorted the owner, watching the streets crowded with undead limping and shuffling their feet through the streets.
"I have worked in this bar for over twenty years, and never in my life thought I would see such a thing... one thing is certain; the only thing to do is try to leave the city. Raccoon City is no longer safe."
"Surely the military will come to put this thorny situation in order ..." Kevin commented.
The man exhaled a cloud of smoke, before turning to him.
"Listen up, kid... if there is one thing I have learned the hard way with old age is that if you wait for the government to do something, then you might as well let it all go. I don't know how that's possible, but they always manage to screw everything up.
We will be lucky if their 'sorting out this thorny situation', as you said ... will not be shooting everyone on sight, even those not infected... if not erasing the city from the map. "
"I wouldn't deny it either... anyway, since we'll be together for a while, I'd better introduce myself... Alyssa Ashcroft." the reporter commented directly.
"I know you..." Vince commented in response; "You came once to ask for confidential information at the Fox Street workshop."
Alyssa watched him for a while, before snapping her fingers.
"You are the guy who worked there! What brought you into this hellish situation?"
"I don't know, but I think a fortune." he answered; "It would have been worse not to have realized it at all, locked up in my apartment."
"Actually, yes, you were lucky... but the policewoman? Is she a friend of yours?"
"No... more like the one that should have arrested me." Vince answered; "She's cold-blooded and has a prickly tongue, I grant her that."
"She has always been like this since she arrived at the station, we both had to go to S.T.A.R.S, but in the end I, because of my character, and she because of the field she covered, we remained mere policemen." Kevin commented in addition, as he shrugged with the typical smile on his face.
"You are too cheerful." Alyssa answered, putting her hands on her hips with a slight grimace.
"That's my character... now, what do we do?"
"Well... we can stay here and wait for something to happen, or use the roof to get a chance to avoid our nice guests." Jack answered, finishing his cigarette.
Their speech was interrupted by a cry of pure agony nearby...
Exactly inside the structure.
"That little shit must have found a surprise during his escape." Vince commented, taking the pistol from the holster he kept hidden under his leather jacket ...
And running back inside to check out the staircase.
Opening the door of the owner's office, Vince walked through a pool of blood that followed a straight line to a room on the side of the hall:
Liz must have moved Will and Tyler's bodies so that no one could see them.
Kicking the door that led to the staircase back to the bar, Vince found Sean at the base of it, surrounded by more of those psychos.
He was already dead when those madmen, very slowly and painfully, were tearing the flesh away from his body, exposing his guts in plain sight.
"As I thought... we're not safe here, either!" gasped Alyssa, who had followed him.
Cursing, Vince went back into the room with the reporter and closed the door, also using the padlock.
"They've blocked the only way out." he murmured; "All that remains is to reach the roof and pray."
"And how do we get out of the roof, genius ?!" Alyssa took him back, only to send everything to hell by saying that she had to take care of everything by her own.
"Or..."
Vince turned at the shotgun case.
"Well?" the reporter called after him. "What are you doing, are you falling asleep?"
However, he ignored her and, approaching the big closet, fired a shot at the lock, causing the case to open.
There was only one weapon inside:
A double barrel Bernardelli shotgun.
It fires .12 caliber rounds and was slow in reloading, but it was still better than advancing with only one pistol in front of a consistent number of...


Fuck it, Vince! Say that! They are zombies! Living dead, what else could they be?!


Vince picked up the shotgun, opening the barrels with a dull click of the shutter:
It was empty, but luckily there were a few boxes full of .12 caliber shells casings in one corner of the rifle cabinet.
Alyssa gasped.
"Wait, wait... you don't want to... make your way through those hordes out there, do you?!"
"There aren't that many down there. The shots will be enough to get us out of here." he replied, inserting two bullets into their respective barrels; "Maybe luck happens and the police arrive, who knows."
"What if the noise upsets them and makes them come here? Have you thought about that, at least?" the woman took him back, not at all convinced by his plan; "We have to find another solution."
"In this case, we need a higher point of view." Vince answered, pocketing a large handful of shells for the shotgun.
Jack himself came out of his office and almost immediately noticed the mechanic messing around with the shotgun.
"Hey, boy! That gun belongs to me! What are you going to do !?" he exclaimed, approaching with a nervous frown.
"Use it to watch my back." Archer answered; "Did you think to leave it behind the display case?"
"Look, that tool has a great sentimental value!" the bar owner replied dryly; "Don't think you'll get away with it easily if you break it down, are we clear?"
"Got it."
At the same time, a violent bang hit the door leading to the stairs of the bar ...
And another one soon after.
"Apparently, they don't want to wait for dessert." Kevin commented, positioning himself to prepare for the fire; "Boss, open the door to the next floor."
"Okay! Get ready!" Jack exclaimed as he opened the said door.
Meg froze for a second, staring at the trail of blood on the ground.
Some of that blood had to be Tyler's one.
She still couldn't understand what was happening in such a short time ...
Until Vince pulled her out of there, pushing her towards the door just opened by the owner of the place.
"There's no time left. Come on. You don't want to end up in the same way, do you?"
At that moment, she reminded of Tyler's and the others' words of encouragement whenever she felt lost due to her family problems ...
Those words of encouragement she didn't usually hear at home.
Then... she saw the agonizing Tyler asking her to be strong with a faint smile.
Though with tears in her eyes, the girl shook her head.


I don't want to die... I have to get out of here. I'll survive until the end. For you and for the others.


"Come on. Come with me." Cindy helped her, running up the stairs and holding her hand, followed by Kevin and Vince, as Liz closed the line.
The sudden noise of the stairway door breaking down to the aggression of the undead accompanied the sound of their heartbeats.
"Zombies who know where to hunt. I have yet to see this one." Vince murmured, holding the shotgun better.
"They were once human... I wonder if any instincts similar to ours remained even after the transformation..." Kevin thought.
"Yes, only one... the instinct to turn us into a banquet." Alyssa commented in addition, as she looked around.
"Let's keep the pseudo-scientific thoughts once we find a safe zone." Liz retorted in a serious, focused tone.


Climbing a second staircase, they quickly run throught the attic, used by Jack to store all the bottles of alchool for the bar, and straight to an iron door at the end of a U-shaped corridor.
Once it was opened, they found themselves on the roof of the building.
The sound of falling rain, screams and sirens came back to be heard more than ever, but less persistent than before:
The adjacent buildings were perfectly visible, although the lights were apparently the only living thing.
It was like witnessing the apocalypse, with flames rising from various parts of the city, conceived by cars that had violently collided with walls, gas stations and even other cars.
And those creeps...
Those monsters who kept trudging around as if they were lost in their trance, wandering in search of human flesh to devour.
"The city is literally going to Hell." Vince simply commented, looking around.
"And now how are we going to ask someone for help?" Alyssa asked; "We are isolated and hunted."
Meg, who still continued to hear Tyler's encouragement, took a deep breath and began to carefully observe if she had seen any detail in the direction of the Police Station... as well as a clear area to pass through.
It was then that an idea occurred to her:
"The construction site!"
"What?!" Alyssa asked.
"The construction site is closed with huge walls... those monsters cannot pass throught. We can use it to reach safely the police patrols!"
Kevin snapped his fingers.
"Nice thought, kid! If it's closed, it won't be easy for them to pass!"
The teenager became thoughtful.
"No, but... the problem is to cover the way from here to the construction site... we will have to be careful to avoid those creatures..."
"It will be two blocks in a straight line." Jack commented; "And maybe we can avoid the streets too, if we use the alleys."
After that, he pointed to the metal fire escape that connected the roof with one of the side streets.
"We have to take a risk and find out for ourselves." O'Connell commented.
"Er... Agent O'Connel..." Meg called then shyly. "Well, please don't be suspicious, but do you think you have some weapons for me too? If necessary, I wish I could defend myself, instead of standing back and letting you do everything... it doesn't seem right."
The policewoman began to check the pockets of her uniform until her eyes widened...
Then, she takes out a survival knife.
"I know it's not much, but unfortunately my rifle is locked in the car. I promise that, if we find better weapons, you can gladly switch it."
"That's fine... thank you." the young woman answered with a nod of her head; "I can't keep crying forever... if I don't act now, it will be too late."
Vince instead, sighing, offered his gun to the reporter, Alyssa.
"Don't lose it. Do you know how to use a gun?"
"A journalist must know how to defend herself. I've learned a trick or two to use against the bad guys. Madmen and beautiful women are not a very pleasant combo!"
"Okay... everyone shoot only if necessary. Let's avoid making too much noise as we move." Kevin ordered, albeit smiling.
"We know, don't be so much a teacher..." muttered Alyssa, with Cindy who advised everyone not to overdo it, even if she would do the best of her to heal their wounds.
"Okay... down the ladder, one by one. The most skilled one with weapons, take the front and rear. Let's move fast and without second thoughts."
With those words, Vince began to descend the metal ladder first, continuing to look down to keep an eye on the movements of the zombies.
He was followed by Jack, while the rear was covered by the two policemen.


One by one, with the help of the fire escape, they went down to the street.
Once everyone got down on the street with the utmost caution, Jack gripped the revolver firmly in his hand and began walking forward with Vince down the alley, almost immediately avoiding entering the main streets, towards the Jack Street construction site.
They were all filled with concern as they walked, fearing that one of them might see them and attack en masse.
However, thanks to the noise of the rain and the darkness, it seemed that the zombies did not have a great visual or hearing ability. This combination worked well in covering their tracks.
Sure, this made everyone worry about getting drenched from the rain, but pneumonia was a better prospect than a bite from one of those creeps.
Within minutes, as they continue to move down the street, they found themselves in front of the construction site with a simple gate that was easy to climb over.
"I hope the noise we'll make to go to the other side doesn't get him here ..." Cindy commented as she looked around.
"They won't hear us. It rains too much. " Kevin reassured her, as he put a hand on the metal of the door. It was solid enough to hold up an attempt to climb.
"Ladies first." Jack invited; "We'll take care of covering your back in the worst case."
"If you allow, I'll go first, at least I'd lead the way."
As she said those words, Liz nimbly climbed over the door.
Once her feet were on the ground, she looked around ...
Then she gestured with her fingers that the area was clear.
"Come on, girl. Climb." Vince urged, helping Megan to climb over.
At first, she wavered a little due to the height, but she felt heartened by the presence of Kevin and Liz, with the latter helping her to get down without hurting herself.
"Look at my ass and I'll kill you ..." Alyssa murmured, climbing after the high school girl and threatening the three men with her eyes.
The three boys ignored it, even when it was Cindy's turn.
Vince and Jack concluded the climb, with Kevin last.
The ground was muddy due to the rain, but nothing problematic ...
Except for a stubborn Alyssa, who began to curse the idea internally.
"Ugh... my brand shoes are ruined..."
"Geez... after all, the clothes can be washed! Is it better to wash your shoes or lose your life? " Kevin asked, giggling.
"That's not the point!"
"Shh!"
Vince silenced both of them with his index finger near his lips, hissing them to shut up.
"I heard something ..."
Liz also noticed that, and drawn the gun quickly, aiming at the source of the noise.
From one of the corners, behind a nearby crane, one of the undead suddenly emerged.
He must have been a worker of the construction site, given his clothing.
As soon as he saw the group, the monster charged with a furious guttural cry.
"Shit, they're here too!" Jack exclaimed through gritted teeth and, without thinking twice, fired a shot in the head of their attacker.
Meg, who saw him fall near her, let out a cry and, in panic, sticked the blade of the knife into the undead's skull.
The zombie stopped moving, but the girl tried to calm down with long breaths...
Until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on, let's go! He can't hurt anymore!" reassured the person in question, Kevin.
At first, the girl wanted to cry to release the tension, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and decided to hold on to the end, without allowing herself the luxury of collapsing.
"Hurry up and move on." Vince exclaimed ...
When an echo of angry cries came closer and closer:
From behind the gate which the group had just climbed over, a horde of undead was quickly gathering.
They began to throw themselves on the fence to break through.
"Run!" shouted Alyssa, who had already ran forward to shake them off.
"God, how fast are they!" Cindy gasped, trying not to be left behind.
The construction site took up a large part of Jack's Street, heading West, towards Eme's Street, and the site ended only a little further on.
"Come on, move!" Vince ordered, looking back from time to time to see the conditions of the gate, assaulted by the zombies.
The fence fell a few seconds later under their weight, and the undead had a clear way to pursue the fugitives.
"Couldn't it last a few more seconds?" Liz commented sarcastically ...
Before seeing the end of the building complex further ahead.
"Door! The door!" Kevin exclaimed; "Salvation!"
Too bad that the large wooden door that blocked the way to the exit remained closed, despite all the attempts to open it.
"Aw, bollocks..." Vince murmured; "End of the line!"
"We are trapped!" Kevin exclaimed; "Well, shit!"
"I can open it, if you give me the time." Alyssa reassured, kneeling down near the lock; "Cover me until I'm done!"
Vince didn't understand at the beginning...
But he was stunned when he noticed the woman pulling a pair of lockpicks out of her pocket, then began picking the lock.
"Look at her... I wonder where you have learned certain tricks." exclaimed the bartender, as he prepared himselft with the others to defend the area.
"By now, the law has gone to the devil..." Liz commented, starting to shoot almost immediately at the incoming horde.
The zombies moved at moderate speed, all attracted by the gunshots emitted by the group, and the growing number of infectious arriving almost made one think that resistance was completely useless.
"Get away..."
Vince pushed the bolt of his shotgun down, then aimed it at the mass of monsters ...
Before firing, sending most of the zombies back with one shot.
Not satisfied, Vince also fired the second shot, which pushed away another pair of walking bodies on the way.
The bang was loud enough to take Kevin by surprise, who uttered a funny, frightened curse.
"This is what I call an adrenaline rush after months of hell." commented the former mechanic, loading two new shells into the barrels.
"Dealing with a boss like yours, I wouldn't have expected nothing less!" O'Connell exclaimed, as she fired the last few rounds on the magazine of her gun.
"Come on, suckers! Fresh meat for everyone!" Jack cried sarcastically, shooting with his revolver; "And this is for the bar's bill!"
Kevin hit a zombie again with flawless accuracy.
Then he aimed again at another of them and pulled the trigger ...
Just to hear a slight *click*.
"Shit... I'm out!"
"Don't you have any magazines behind?" Vince asked, sending more undead back with a second shot.
"Do you think I'm made of magazines ?!" Kevin blurted out; "Did you see how many there are, yes?!"
"A cop with no magazines on his back... I'm not surprised that Police has been missing out on so many murder cases." Archer commented ...
Looking back for a second to see how Alyssa was doing.
"Have you done?!"
She didn't answer right away, until Vince heard a click from the lock itself.
"Done! Let's go!"
"Kevin! Always carry two magazines with you, next time!" Liz exclaimed.
"I had an extra one with me and I used it! Are you happy?!" Kevin repeated, annoyed by the fact that he has been reproved.
"Always one more is needed! The biggest problem, also, is that we have two pistols that use different calibers!"
"Come on, don't make that grim face, it doesn't look good on you at all!" he tried to play down the cop, with Cindy turning sad, reproaching him for never taking anything seriously, and Alyssa twisting his arm.
"Shit!"
Jack stood a second behind, firing the last few rounds of the revolver to keep the nearest infected busy...
But there were too many, and they were flocking towards them.
"Brats, go ahead! I try to keep them busy as much as possible."
Jack then notes a detail:
There was a tank truck just ahead, and by the danger symbol on the back, it looked like it was full of ...
"Look out!"
Vince's call took Jack back in a flash ...
Before something fell on him with the power of a truck.
Jack tried to recover quickly, but he noticed that a zombie dressed as a construction worker had fallen on him, trying to bite him as hard as he could.
"Oh my God! Jack!" Cindy exclaimed, terrified to see her boss in that situation.
"Come on! We have to save him!" Meg snapped, holding her knife.
"Stay back!" Jack exclaimed, blocking them from approaching; "If you do, you will only risk being surrounded!"
He paused for a second from speaking as he still tried to stop the zombie's attacks, noticing how many were approaching at the same time.
"The barrel! The tank truck is a container of gasoline! Burn these assholes!"
"Hey, old man! What do you have in mind?! " Kevin called him, in the grip of a bad feeling.
"I make myself useful for once in my life... come on, do-! GYAAAAAAARGH!"
His heroic deed ended when the zombie above him won in the stall, biting him right on the neck.
In shock, Jack felt his heart stop ...
And the owner of the bar slumped to the ground with his arms outstretched, while other zombies joined in that macabre feast.
"Shit...! Do you have something flammable!? We have to hurry!" Liz exclaimed to the others.
Vince pulled a lighter from his pocket.
"Let's lure them here and burn them!"
Kevin stood still for a few seconds, staring at that horrifying scenario that just happened...
Then, he too turns around and runs away, in the direction of the petrol tank.
Those who were armed began to make noise, in order to lure the undead.
"Yes, this way, brainless piles of meat ..." Alyssa murmured, while Vince turned the valve with all his strength to let the petrol flow out of the tank.
Being a raised position, the liquid began to descend profusely towards where the undead were walking, or still eating Jack.
"Let's give them what they want!" Megan exclaimed.
Then, Vince launched the lighter right on the ground beneath, where the petrol was flowing.
When the flames flared up there, the undead began to scream in a haunted and disjointed manner, flailing back and forth like damned from Hell.
Some tried to get away, but they couldn't delay the inevitable incineration.
"Uh, oh ..." Vince mumbled, noticing the flames going back to the gas can; "Backfire incoming!"
The group fled to the exit of the construction site, fearing to be involved in a possible explosion.
They ran away as fast as they could, without looking back...
And only at the last minute, they avoid the explosion that enveloped that area.
The shock wave tossed them a few meters away, straight in the middle of the road or in the immediate vicinity, outside the construction site.
"Thanksgiving day came in advance, this year..." Kevin murmured, getting up calmly.
Cindy got up very slowly and dusted off her bar waitress outfit, asking those present if they were all okay or injured.
"I'm alive..." Alyssa answered muttering, while Megan was helped to get up by Vince.
"Too much adrenaline rush to dispose of."
"I'm still here." Liz commented as she was getting up smoothly.
"Okay. We're all alive." muttered Agent Ryman ...
Before hearing something coming:
There were neither zombies, nor screams of terror ...
That was...
"Oh, fuck! A siren!"
"Not a good sign for sure!" Alyssa exclaimed through clenched teeth.
"Are you kidding me?!" Kevin retorted, going face to face with her; "It's the police! If they see us, they'll save us!"
"Yes... if they don't mistake us for shooting targets." Liz commented.
"She's right..." Megan murmured; "They might think we're infected and shoot us on sight..."
"Maybe if we start screaming and talking, they won't shoot us." Vince commented; "Or we can say hello to them from afar."
"You think it's worth trying?" Cindy asked to the others, as she tried to listen where the siren sound was coming from.
It seemed to come from the left, and also quite quick judging by the inexorable approach.
Almost immediately, Vince ran to the side of the road...
And noticed a police truck approaching, one of those used to move more cops or criminals together.
"The first good news since the beginning of this story."
That said, Vince visibly waved with both his arms, jumping on his place.
"HEY! STOP! STOP!"
Cindy too took courage and did the same as him.
"WE ARE HERE! WE'RE NOT INFECTED! STOP, PLEASE!"
The van made a noteworthy braking, leaving the group with bated breath as they approached too.
A policeman with a bald head and a thick mustache emerged, holding a service pistol on his hands.
"RPD! Are you all okay?!"
"Damn it, Dorian! Just in time!" Kevin greeted suddenly, raising his hands; "You missed a fireworks display."
The man called Dorian ran his thumb under his nose.
"Lost? Why do you think we came here? What have you done this time, Kevin?! "
"Nothing! I swear! There were hundreds of those things in the streets, and we made a little bang!" retorted the policeman...
Before Vince murmured:
"Hundreds? Now let's not exaggerate..."
The policeman silenced him.
"Don'y ruin the moment, will ya!"
The newcomer showed a look of indignation.
"You call it a little bang... if it was a normal situation, we would have been forced to pay large sums of damage. You know it, right?!"
"Hey, sorry ..." Alyssa scolded them; "You know... the undeads? Apocalypse? Seeking refuge?"
"Calm down, miss!" Dorian replied; "Why do you think I'm driving around in this van? Delivering ice cream to zombies?! I'm here to pick up fugitives and bring them to safety at the Police Station... "
"It seems obvious to me Dorian, let's go up!" Liz exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground.
"So... is the RPD still safe?"
The question came from an uncertain Megan.
"The Police Department is hosting the refugees from the city that we are managing to save... the whole city is going into complete Hell very quickly." answered the elderly policeman; "So if you want to live, I think you'll get on the truck without second thoughts."
"Let's do it!" Cindy suggested; "Also, if there are any injuries, I wish I could help them!"
"We would do well. I'm afraid that our medic, doctor Moreau, is a little overwhelmed by his work."
After that, Dorian invited everyone to get into the back of the truck, getting back into the driver's seat.
The girls were the first to go up, with Alyssa wearily thanking God for no longer being subjected to such an ordeal.
"Let's calm the hot spirits. We still have to get out of this city alive." Vince retorted, helping Meg to get on the truck, as she seemed to be the most tired one.
"I just want... to rest for a while... I have a lot to think about..." the student murmured in a low voice.
"I understand... and you will also want to calm down your family or see if they're okay, right? They will be very worried about you! " Cindy then told her, sitting down next to her.
However, rather than respond, Megan seemed to shiver.
"Meg ...?" Cindy asked.
"Let her sleep." Kevin gently urged her, leaning with his arms near the window that separated the driver from the rear; "She'll think about it when we get to the station."


That's strange... the bartender thought, looking at the slender body of the little girl; She looked scared when I talked about her family...


"So... what situation do we have?" the policeman asked Dorian.
"Not the best, from what you have seen...
After the riot at the stadium, people began to lose their wits. It looks like the city has turned into a battlefield.
We heard on the radio that the Government has started sending the army."
"The Government... yes, I really trust them..." Vince sarcastically commented, crossing his arms as the van traveled North on Ema Street towards the Police Station.
"How many police forces are left?" Liz asked.
Dorian shrugged, continuing to drive.
"They have sent SWAT forces all over the city to create barricades and checkpoints. The areas surrounding the Police Station are under close surveillance to create a stronghold. Orders came from Chief Irons."
"For once, he made a smart move ..." the policewoman commented sarcastically.
"Damn, I'm surprised..." Kevin added:
Brian Irons was the Commander of the Raccoon Police Department, after the same mayor, Michael Warren, hired him for that position years ago.
He was a very strange man, with a particular aesthetic sense and a love for art and taxidermy, as the Police Station (Once a museum of ancient art) has become his personal palace where he can fill the corridors with paintings, statues and heads of exotic animals, especially into his office.
"He's a stupid. I never understood what the mayor saw in a pompous bastard like him." the policeman then added; "Are you telling me that he finally decided to use his brain?"
"Apparently, he shit on himself for a good time." Dorian commented; "Even if he still doesn't make up his mind to get out from his office."
Kevin laughed mockingly.
"Yup. He doesn't know what the word 'work' means! I can see it!"
"Who...? 'Fatty the psychopath'?" Vince asked sarcastically; "Figures... I think he just wants to show how big his dick is by bragging about his hunting trophies hanging around the police station."
"I remember when I went there once for an interview... that place is full of paintings and statues." Alyssa commented, just as Dorian had turned right into Ennerdale Street.
"Well, now they will be worthless logs, given the situation." Kevin retorted, chuckling slightly; "At most, we throw them at the undead."
"Nooo, poor paintings!" Cindy exclaimed regretfully.
"Zero artistic sense, mister action." Alyssa sarcastically commented.
"Nobody's perfect!" Ryman exclaimed, giggling.
"You meanie! Maybe they have a great sentimental value?" Cindy commented, putting her hands to her chest; "I mean, it wouldn't be nice to ruin something you care about, would it?"
"I hope they serve to distract the zombies, although I doubt it." Vince commented, noticing from the window how they were passing throught various roadblocks, all with at least five armed agents and SWAT members.
"I just hope they just don't go crazy... like shooting the crowd to keep them from passing..." Alyssa murmured bitterly.
"Maintaining security at any cost. It is now clear that we are in a state of war." Dorian commented; "Anyone who's been bitten can't pass. And they can't leave the city, however it comes."
Cindy sighed.
"So, you think the United States will quarantine the city? What the hell are we facing, if we're at war?"
"They will definitely quarantine Raccoon City... but I hope they don't do something more drastic." Liz commented.
The police van then turned at the last moment in a small descent, after passing the side entrance of what, externally, really looked like an old historical art museum:
Stained glass windows, ancient walls and even a small bell tower on the main facade.
They were now into the Raccoon Police Department.