Friday, 25th September, 1998
Raccoon General Hospital
The doctor rambled on briefly as the hole in the dead womans head still smoked. She was clearly upset by the situation, but who wouldn't be? The woman was clearly deranged and not herself in the exact same way Rico had been. It was that moment the doctor began to mention zombies.
Are you shitting me? He kept his thoughts to himself until he remembered something from a few months before. He had been sitting down for lunch at the start of August just a few months after the incident in the Arklay Mountains. Rumours were abound in the police station of a cover up given the lack of movement to bring those responsible to justice. After losing several S.T.A.R.S members the almost disinterest of the higher ups didn't sit right with anyone. The one rumour that Connor had heard during this lunch break though was that it wasn't some sort of gas leak or drug dealers that killed the officers...it was zombies.
His mind raced between reason and the implausibility of what he was going on around him. People joked all the time at the station, sometimes in poor taste, but when they talked about zombies and monsters in the mountains it seemed so sincere.
Could it really be? Connor's mind tried to explain away what was happening as a drug epidemic but the more he thought about what he had seen that day, the more he realised the doctor may be right.
With eyes opening wide Connor reached down to the corpse of Robert and with the help of the doctor lifted him up onto the rolling bed.
"We need to get him out of here now!" With a hurried push the trolley began to move and quickly slammed through the double doors towards the operating room. The long corridor was devoid of people with only a few bits of furniture and empty beds lined up against the walls. The floor had a trail of blood splatted atop it, presumably belonging to the body that rested on the trolley.
"This place is going to get bad quick. We need to think about rounding everyone up and locki..." The sentence was cut short as a scream came from a nearby room. Falling equipment and loud thuds began to spread throughout the corridor. He could only assume what they were as he continued to push on towards the operating room. His mind continued to race, thinking back to the first report of assaults that came in during the early hours of the morning. After the first call the phone lines continued to ring non-stop. If that number of people had been admitted to the hospital with bites then it would only be a matter of time until things quickly escalted out of control.
"Just how many people were admitted with bites?" Connor asked, again trying his hardest to keep calm. Before the doctor could provide her answer however, sickening cries and wails began to erupt from the reception area they had just been in.
"Shit..."