I once lived in the American midwest in a small, quaint little mountain community called Raccoon City. Most city folk would've considered the place to be the real boonies but I think for a 'community', it was a pretty big, well established city. We had a few skyscrapers located in the upper part of town by the zoo where all the major businesses were located. Uptown was where all the nice homes were - mostly done in the San Francisco Victorian style but more recent housing estates have made the switch over to modern, art-deco inspired buildings, trying to give the old place a newer, fresher feel.

That's the direction Raccoon City was headed in. A big part of the city's income depended on tourists - hikers, to be more specific. Being a mountain community, we were surrounded on all sides by evergreen forest. There were some decent hiking trails at the foot of the mountains for the average citizens but hardcore hikers tended to scale a mountain or two. These people were the main customer base for the Raccoon City tourist industry and the recent campaign to promote the city as a getaway, especially for hikers and just people in general has proved to be quite successful.

I moved here about two years ago from Osaka, Japan. That port city has been my home for as long as I can remember, though my family had immigrated there from Beijing, China shortly after I was born. I took it upon myself to make the move to Raccoon because I'd been raised with the typical Japanese ideology of the West as being this exalted place, and I wanted to see the cities and culture of a society that, technologically speaking, had a major influence in Osaka's physical makeup. And of all the places I choose to move to in the U.S., it wasn't the bustling city of New York, it wasn't Los Angeles with enough pollution to change air into some kind of alien atmosphere, nor was it the moderate climate of Seattle in the North West. No, it was the quiet, laid back mentality of Raccoon City that ended up drawing me in.

I'm in the tenth grade at Raccoon City Secondary School - or RCSS for short. I chose Law as a university major and I did well in the introductory course in first semester, so I decided to take level two during second semester. At this accelerated rate, I was ready for work experience earlier than the rest of my class. Work experience required one hundred hours of volunteer work in our specific fields, so I applied where everyone else did - The Raccoon Police Department. I ended up being their bitch, basically. I'd handled any task that the secretaries and officers dreaded like filing reports, delivering mail, janitorial duties, and even fetching lunch for the S.T.A.R.S. members and their captain, Albert Wesker.

I'd only been working with the police department for about a few months when it happened. It was an incident that started out innocently enough, but grew with intensity with every passing week. At first it only affected the hikers. Then it spread to the people living on the outskirts of town, downtown Raccoon, and slowly made its way uptown, where I lived. One by one, people all around me succumbed to a new, mysterious sickness that not even the doctors at the hospital could identify. They were only able to classify it as a virus. But it was worse … so much worse.

Let me tell you what happened …