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Monday 28th September 1998

Emmy’s Diner was as full as it had always been at 08:00am, office workers rushing in to get their morning coffee at the start of their days while those unfortunate enough to work nights were getting some last minute eats before heading home. Most came to Emmy’s for the pancakes, a mountain crafted from batter and drowning in a sea of maple syrup. The diner's owner, Emmy, gave a warm smile to all and she had the uncanny talent to remember most visitors by name after only a few visits. In her sixties, she had short gray hair and still wore the same sized green uniform she had when she opened the diners all those years ago.

“Busy morning hon’?” she asked the firefighter, sat down in front of her with an array of soot spread over his forearms.

Rob sat stroking at his beard, the smell of smoke drifting up to his nostrils. He could still feel the heat of the flames from the raging fires that had broken out around the city. A call a day would often be classed as busy but the morning saw thirteen separate fires break out over the city.

The firefighter turned up to Emmy and gave her a wide smile.

“Morning Em,” he said through a thick welsh accent. “Yeah, i’ve never seen anything like that the entire time i’ve been in this city. It genuinely felt like the entire city was burning down. Fortunately we managed to get everything under control although a few of the lads got attacked last night. Steve’s in ER right now, some junkie took a chunk out of his face, straight up bit him.”

Emmy recoiled at the story before taking out her pad from her apron and pen from behind her ear.

“Give Steve my best when you see him,” she said with genuine concern. “This city has gone to hell the last few months, let’s hope Chief Irons gets it under control…will it be the usual Rob?”

“Yes please Em…thank you,” Rob replied, smiling at her as she noted his order and walked off to take orders from the other patrons.

Rob turned towards the window and watched a small convoy of RPD cars drive past, their lights and sirens blaring. It took him back to the early hours of the morning and for a moment he lost himself in his thoughts.

”Keep the pressure on the wound!” Rob called out, his voice drowned by the screams of Steve who lay clutching at the bloody hole on his face. Behind him a pair of other firefighters held the assailant down, putting a crowbar into his mouth to stop his attempts at biting. The sickening sound of teeth crunching and cracking on metal could be heard as Steve’s screams quietened.

“Where the hell are the RPD?” someone called out.

“They said they are dealing with calls all over the city right now and they get here when they get here!” another replied.

“That’s a fucking joke!” Rob called out, picking up his radio from his service vehicle. “This is Gascoigne, can you get the RPD over here right now? We have a violent male who has assaulted a firefighter and is currently having to be restrained by two others.”

The radio crackled for a moment before a female voice came through the other end.

“Rob i’m sorry, things are as hectic for them as they are for us. You just need to hold on until someone gets there.”

Rob was snapped back to reality as a fire engine rushed past in the same direction as the police cars.

“This is crazy…” he muttered to himself.

Then something caught his eye, he looked at his service vehicle parked outside and a man stumbled past it, falling over onto the concrete pavement. He pushed himself up slowly before carrying on, his slow, lethargic movement a reminder of the person who had bitten Steve that morning.

“Something really doesn’t feel right…”

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Percy Thorne

Percy was like a dog, always poking her nose and sniffing onto something. Digging deeper to the point that she may fall and never get back up. She didn't care. Most days lately she feels like a conspiracy theorist, running after a speculation that most people would deem crazy but was she? She was certainly there when the firefighters had come to calm down the fire and noted everything that she saw and heard. It was certainly not a good scene to see.

Racoon City, her hometown and Umbrella's base of operation. That's why she came back. She had been staying at her father a few days earlier and had made some calls and got a job at the local newspaper while she tries to do her own investigation on the pharmaceutical company. Well, she's just getting started at least.

"Need anything else?"

Percy looked up, her blue eyes losing the dazed gaze as a waiter asked her if she was going to order more. She looked over to the huge platter of pancakes that was definitely more than she thought would be served and maple syrup that would make any diabetic run for the hills. Her black coffee was already halfway done and probably wouldn't taste good if she started eating those pancakes. "A glass of water would be wonderful. Thank you."

As the waiter left, she looked over to her cellular phone to check the time. The device was amazing, she could have been a part of the team that coded it but alas, those were too big of a dream and will never be realized due to her shift in profession. Nevertheless, it was time for the meeting with a certain fellow journalist to take place. She came in thirty minutes or so earlier due to slight nervousness and not wanting to be late and make a horrible first impression.

Once again she looked over to the door, waiting for the news anchor that she had been seeing on the television over the past few days.

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The news headlines were springing up everywhere... A rash of cannibal attacks across Raccoon City. Reporters constantly circulated between the crime scenes and the busy hive that was the Raccoon 7 headquarters. The photojournalists especially had their work cut out for them; those who got pictures of a crime in progress received handsome rewards. More graphic scenes equaled more money. It was disgusting, but shock factor drove sales. Kathy recalled a segment she covered the previous day...

"More shocking photos from another attack in a rash of violent crimes in the streets. A firefighter was mauled by a male bystander after bringing a fire under control on Ema Street. The police and fire departments have refused to share the identities of either man. Raccoon 7 News has received photos and video of the incident. I must warn you, this imagery is disturbing..."

There was, however, more than just the crime spike that disturbed Kathy. Back in July, she took note of the mass disappearance of S.T.A.R.S. officers following their deployment to the Arklay Mountains to investigate a similar rash of 'wild animal attacks.' Following the return of only handful of members, other reporters attempted to run stories on the incident, but always ran into dead ends and intimidation tactics from shady parties. Someone was unhappy with the media snooping.

It was during this time Kathy was promoted to news anchor. Her predecessor Terri had been demoted to weatherperson. No one was satisfied with these outcomes, but few were brave enough to investigate the Umbrella Corporation after that. Terri had spirit, but her approach was too up-front. Kathy chose to be more discreet in her investigation.

Ten minutes passed before Kathy arrived at the diner. She was early, but not quite as early as her contact. The place was fairly busy, the morning rush in full swing. The meeting here had been scheduled rather hastily; she'd have picked a quieter spot if she had more prep time. Thankfully, she at least did her homework; she knew what Percy looked like. "Emmy! Got fresh coffee? You know me. Searing hot with cream and sugar," she called after the friendly proprietor in a mildly jovial tone that masked the tension of her upcoming meeting.

The clacking of high heels grew gradually louder as Kathy made her way over to Percy's booth. "You must be Percy," she confirmed in a quiet tone, offering a customary handshake before seating herself across from the redhead. "So did you see last night's newscast? Some of your photos made it onto the air. I know it's a bit morbid, but congratulations."

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It was too early.
Lyra cupped her hands around a warm cup of coffee as she read over her text book for what felt like the thousandth time in the last five minutes. Why had she agreed to take a calculus class so early in the morning anyway? Not to mention the string of attacks across the city in the last few days. Her father had been hesitant to Lyra stepping out the door this morning. She'd convinced him of course everything would be okay. No one was going to attack her on the way to campus- or she hoped no one would.

"Would you like anything to eat before class hun?" Lyra looked up from her book to the waitress. She hadn't been in Raccoon City for that long, definitely not as long as most of the diners patrons. But she had become quite acquainted with Emmy, as the diner was the normal stop before she made the trip to the university.

"No thank you ma'am, but I'd like more coffee if that's alright." Lyra's stomach growled in protest. As hungry as she was, now wasn't the time to be worrying about food. She would be sure to eat before her ballet class later today. Until then, she had equations to memorize before the big test.

Emmy nodded before picking up her empty mug," Make sure you eat today. And another thing-" She poured fresh coffee into the white diner mug,"-be careful on your way to class. The attacks don't seem to be getting better. I'll be sure to tell your father you were in here should he show up."

"Yes ma'am." Lyra accepted the fresh cup before turning back to her text book. The attacks were odd, she could admit to that. With her father being part of the RPD she'd heard just about everything, even things the news was choosing to leave out. But they would get better, how much worse could the attacks possibly get?

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The redheaded young woman, still dressed in laundered dark-navy coveralls while waiting on call, twirled the loops of the telephone wire as she hugged the wall near the kitchen entrance of Emmy’s Dinner. Elaina had been on her way to work when she got a call not to come in, but before she could hear why, she was knocked into by a sudden form of a crowd, launching her cell phone into the storm drain. While Elaina was sure she could hop down there, a horror film that came out when she was eight still spooked her.

When she first entered, it was like the old lady herself knew something was wrong. Most likely tipped off by the fact that Elaina was usually a night owl customer. The graying warm waitress in her usual green attire asked in a warm, but slightly concerned voice;
“How can I help you, hon?”

“Ah…” She stood for a moment as she ran her fingers through the top of her head asking politely, “I was wonderin' if ya could tell me weah the neahrest pay phone is 'n change fawr a five?”

Without skipping a beat, Emmy gently waved her hand dismissively;
“Use the phone on the side, nothing long distance.” and then twirled to refill a coffee.


Elaina was now biting on her nuckle, untwirling her other fingers from the cord. The line just kept ringing. She hung the phone on the receiver, and sat down at the front counter. Whatever was happening at work, she'd deal with it tomorrow.

Looking around, the customers were a lot more diverse- a small family getting breakfast; Two women, one in nice heels, looked to be catching up; A girl studying who Emmy was particularly concerned for; and a Man she could best describe as ‘run down’. She was surprised to see that being ‘run down’ wasn’t exclusive to the late late night folks.

A big plate of pancakes was set in front of her and her eyes went wide;
“Pahrdon me, but I didn't ordah this.” Emmy offered her a spry smile;
“Lainy, you’ve been coming in here for a month and only ordered the club sandwich. Now eat the damn pancakes, sweetheart.”
“Okay.” was all Elaina could respond. She awkwardly pushed her fork around the plate as sticky syrup followed, refusing to let go. She took a bite, knowing full well it was way too large of a bite, the syrup coating her throat. She tried her best to swallow, smiling and giving Emmy a thumbs up. Thinking the whole time she’d rather have Marmite. She took a big gulp of her water as the sound of an ambulance blared. Turning to the store windows to watch its direction.

Elaina was warned about ‘City Sounds’, but here in Racoon City it was like the ambulances never ceased… And drunks, apparently, as a guy passed the restaurant oddly. Elaina took another sickly thick sweet bite, thinking what was she going to do instead today?

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Percy Thorne

Not long after, a beautiful bespectacled woman had come in and she can certainly say that the news anchor was much prettier in person. Not that she'll say that out loud, people aren't really so open to others that are like her. "] am, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Leoni." Percy accepted the handshake with her calloused hand to the other woman, flashing her usual friendly grin. "Thank you, I saw them too," She claimed quietly, not giving a positive tone to the thank that she gave considering the severity of the image. "I haven't been in this profession for that long but I've seen some things and this is certainly something else." Her voice was only loud enough for Katherine to hear and hush enough for others to not be able to eavesdrop.

Percy leaned in closer and whispered. "Yesterday, I came to the Racoon General Hospital to take photos of the victims of the recent attacks but they wouldn't let me in. I do have a friend there who was able to share with me that the victims started showing the same symptoms as the attackers. She said it was frightening to be there." She cleared her throat while leaning back to her seat. She tugged on the sleeves of her jacket, an indication of her nervousness despite her act of pretending to be calm. "Even she said that it wasn't worth it."

"She's not entirely wrong, so much of these attacks have happened over that past few days and yet nothing has truly been done against it." She took a large bite of the pancake, melting in the fluffy texture and finding comfort in the good food, except for the part that it was sweeter than she'd like but oh, how she missed the diner so fond to her memory. "So uh, am I the only one eating here?" She joked, being the only one having breakfast in the booth. No, just a drink in the morning doesn't count.

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A rush of ecstasy pumped through Hilary's veins as she rushed down the concrete sidewalk, her polished brown penny loafers squawking against it. She was skipping school for the first time ever in her entire student career. This was exhilarating. Even if she did end up somehow getting caught due to some bad luck or something, she wouldn't have regretted a thing. This was her last year before officially stepping into adulthood and if she didn't start taking some risks, she was sure to be missing out. Always following rules and regulations to a fault could become tiring at times. She had heard what others said about her when they thought she wasn't listening. Teacher's pet or bootlicker were common yet nasty stigmas she's received over the years. It never bothered her too much as she knew the reasons why people would say such things. They were jealous. A frightful thing that was. But it was natural to be envious of someone obviously more talented and successful than you. She pitted those that looked at her with such hateful gazes.

Raccoon City was different from San Francisco in many ways. It was much smaller and local than a big city girl like her was used to. Turning at an intersection, the light turned white signaling for her to cross and she began to walk across the crosswalk but the sudden blur and noise of police cars rushing past on the road at alarming speeds startled her, quick instincts causing her to jump back. Not even a second later a firetruck followed behind the black and white vehicles at the same speed. Had another fire broken out? It could not be a coincidence at this point. Sure one or two could happen by pure chance in the same timeframe but three or five? Fires breaking out all over the city within days of each other could not be accidental. Or perhaps it was another freaky cannibalistic attack? It didn't matter whether it was a fire or an attack, logically something had to be going on. A helpless citizen like herself could only hope the proper authorities dealt with it in a timely fashion.

Eventually, Hilary made it to her usual after-school and weekend hangout spot. Emmy’s Diner. Shifting around her shouldered bag, she pushed open the diner door and fondly seeped in the familiar smell of cooking that always seemed to accompany this place. She made sure to duck her head as she made her way toward an open yet secluded booth with the most natural lighting. How familiar was Emmy with her school schedule? The girl had no idea, but she knew the caring woman would probably give her an earful for not being in class at the moment. After all, it was around 8 o'clock in the morning. What reason would a high schooler have to be hanging out in a diner on a school day? Setting her bag down on the seat beside her, she quickly unzipped it before taking out a sleek-looking piece of paper and a pen.

What was she doing? Well, writing a letter of course. Addressed to whom? Oswell E. Spencer, one of the founders of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. It was something she had started doing a few months ago. As embarrassing as it was to acknowledge mentally or verbally, Oswell Spencer was one of her many idols in the science and medical fields. Though her letters most likely never reached the man directly, she liked to send them out anyways. Cursive and polished letters appeared on the paper and the pen in her hand danced away to a rhythm only she could hear. Her letters mainly consisted of admiration for his work and detailed reviews of said work.

Life was truly good.

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