DISCLAIMER! I do not own QaF nor do I own Resident Evil! *********** It’s been three years since that incident in the Arklay Mountains, you’d think I’d have gotten over it by now? It wasn’t meant to have been this way, my dad worked for Umbrella, my mom was his secretary. I was 15 when it happened. I’d spent most of my life being trained by the Racoon City PD in their S.T.A.R.S division. It was all I knew, I was shooting a gun by the time I was 10. We lived in the wealthy part of Racoon City, in the suburbs. That’s where most of the important Umbrella workers lived, in their big townhouses with large gardens. It was you’re perfect neighbourhood. Then I got the call, it was my first big mission. There were reports of gruesome murders being committed in the Arklay Forrest, just outside the city. Victims were allegedly, eaten. So, under my Captain’s watchful eye, I went. I had to make my father proud, show him I was a ‘manly man’. But what was to come, wasn’t what I expected. Gruesome murders? Definitely, but when they told us, they left out the most important detail. The victims? They didn’t stay dead. Spencer Mansion, entrance to a secret underground research facility owned and run by Umbrella Inc, was hell. That’s all it could be described as. Even in the rooms we made ‘Safe Rooms’, you could hear the moans and groans of those victims, the workers, who had, effectively become what we would call…Zombies. The screams of my friends as they were murdered would haunt me for the rest of my life.