RACCOON CITY,September 22, 1998

Raccoon Police Department,Ennerdale St.


“Yeah?Yeah I hear you.What do you mean send more men?This was a big game,we already have half our force there!

Crap!Ok we'll send you reinforcements.Yes,and an SPF unit.Until backup arrives make sure that you contain these riots ok?
Over and out.”
Neil Carlsen was a Sergeant in the RPD,and was assigned to the station at that time so he could coordinate the large police forces that were present
in and around the stadium to provide security.

“And the match didn't end!I lost 50 dollars!If I get my hands on the fan that got out of control..for his sake I hope he isn't a Raccoon Shark fan..
shamed us all..”

Still murmuring,Carlsen hadn't noticed the man that was standing in front of him.He was Caucasian.Tall,muscular,with black hair and brown eyes,and at the time
hes was looking the Sergeant with something that resembled irony.

“What?”said Carlsen.

“Are you kidding me Neil?You forgot that you were the one to ruin my wonderful night home while I was watching the game with a cold beer?"

“Then I guess you saw what happened and what is still happening Edwin.The casualties are counted in the hundreds!You don't get payed to sit
home!"
Sergeant Borlis Edwin was a Select Police Force officer.Being praised for his abilities in the use of firearms,and for being an

expert marksman,Borlis was one of the first to join SPF.

“Ok Carlsen,but I'm the one going into this warzone,not you.You are lucky enough.So show some respect!"

“Whatever.The rest of your team is ready,so I suggest you go to the van."

Borlis checked his safety.

“You got it."

The Police station was in disaray.Being forced to cope with a never experienced situation like this,the officers had their hands full.Borlis entered the

parking lot where an SPF van was ready and 7 other men were already there waiting,all identical in their SPF uniforms.

Borlis approached them and said:“Well gentlemen,so much for the quiet night we all hoped for.It seems that a fan got out of control and sparked a riot,

which in turned has caused hundreds of injuries.The bad thing is,the riot hasn't ended.On the contrary,it has gotten out of the stadium and is now

taking place on the surrounding roads.Many patrol units are there right now,along with 2 SPF units,and are trying to stop this madness."

An SPF officer with an Australian accent said:“So what are we all doing here?And,most importantly,why was I called in and not Ryman?"

Borlis shook his head.“We are here Rogers,because this situation requires all available units.I can't describe you how touched I am that they

chose you instead of your drinking buddy,but maybe it will do you good.Maybe you will actually do something that will help others instead of

passing all your time in J's bar!"

Rogers replied:"Alright Boss,no need for the "attitude"."

Borlis ignored him and continued:“Alright people,check your weapons.No lethal force unless you're in a dire situation.And above all remember;we
go there to contain the situation.So don't panic.It will be like a warzone there,but I want you 100% capable!"

“YES SIR!"the unit replied.

“Alright,put on your riot helmets and get in the van."

As the team was boarding the van,Borlis looked the parking entrance.There was someone there.He looked closer and saw a man.Propably,in his mid-twenties.
He had blood stains all over his clothes,and the clothes themselves were ripped.

“What the hell?Officer,help that man over there!"Borlis commanded an officer which was ready to enter a patrol car.The officer shouted to the man,

and immediately he turned his head to his direction.Then something very strange happened.He began to walk towards him,but not normally.

He began to move very slowly and awkwardly,and raised his hands.Then something even stranger happened.The man let out a moan.

Borlis suddenly felt very strange.A bad feeling.

“That guy either has taken drugs,or something I can't determine...Watch out officer!"

The officer went close to the man and reached out to help him,but the man suddenly let out a moan,grabbed the officer's hand,and bit it.

“Shit!Bones,with me!Hurry!"Edwin shouted.A man exited the van,and the two approached the man with their guns up,which now was on top of
the screaming officer who had lost his balance and had fallen.

"Leave the man now!Put your hands on the air RIGHT NOW!"shouted the Sergeant.Seeing no response,Borlis noded to Bones and said:"Put one in his leg!"

Bones fired one round from his MP5 and hit the man's leg.To both their surprise,there was no reaction from the man,as if he had not felt anything.

In the meantime,a small pool of blood had formed on the spot where the man was literally eating the officer's hand.

“Crap!Last chance,let go of him.NOW!"shouted Borlis.Being ignored again,he raised his gun and shot right through the man's head.Death was instant.

Bones ran to the downed officer,and Borlis radioed the H.Q:“This is Sergeant Edwin,we need a medic at the parking lot ASAP!An officer has been injured,
repeat,an officer has been injured."

Borlis went next to Bones and said:“How is he?"

“Not too good Sergeant.The bites were deadly,they reached the bone.He has lost a lot of blood."

Indeed,the section that the man had been biting had left nothing but bone.Scraped of all the flesh.

"Sergeant,you need to go!You are needed to the riots ASAP."the radio came in.

“Roger that we're on our way.Officers,stay with him until the medics come,we need to go.And inform upstairs that we need to tighten security.The

riots seem to spread all over the city.Come on Bones let's go."

They boarded the van and closed the door.

“What happened out there Sergeant?"an SPF unit member asked.

"Crazy stuff officer.Let's keep our head to our mission,it's very important.And unit...I want you to be extra careful when we arrive."said Borlis

as the van got out of the station and started heading to where the riots took place...