Kapitel 1: Chapter 1. Return to Raccoon City
March 3, 1998. 11:43. The road to the city.
An ordinary desert road, of which there are many in the United States. One of these led to Raccoon City, which was the hometown of a police officer sitting in a Ford Ranger pickup truck. Gray eyes carefully followed the road, and the gaze expressed boredom, since it was still a long enough drive. He was already impatient to get into his apartment, which he had not seen for almost four years.
The policeman held the steering wheel with one hand, and in the other there was a cigarette, the smoke from which immediately flew out the open window. From time to time, the pickup truck overtook truckers passing along the road, honking back when they let it pass.
Now it was very difficult to recognize him as the same twenty-year-old guy who left Raccoon City in ninety-four. At that time, he was the most ordinary guy, almost indistinguishable from the same people around. Now he was a slightly hardened police sergeant who had been transferred to the police department of his hometown. The transfer papers were now in a bag in the seat next to him, at the very top, and the driver's eyes periodically returned to the papers. Then a smirk touched his lips, and his eyes seemed to glow slightly.
The policeman had his own secret, which he could not and did not want to tell to others. Friends and comrades were left behind, and something terrible awaited him ahead. He was mentally prepared for what awaited him, but sometimes a nervous shiver still slightly hit, making him shudder. There was HELL ahead! And he himself, consciously, went there in order to be in the very epicenter when the gates opened.
***
Honestly, I'm so sick of driving. Not only was it deserted, but dust also periodically rises, I had to drive slowly so as not to raise even more, as a result, I had to drive for another two or three hours. Oh, now it would rain, at least a little. The only thing that pleased me was that I was in the car, because if it had been a motorcycle, I would have sat in my ass a couple of hours ago. Still, I don't regret that I bought this pickup truck for myself - it didn't cost much, but part of the money I spent on some other needs, not counting groceries. Although the pickup was produced nine years ago, it was still quite popular with people, especially in remote cities like Raccoon City.
A roadside café began to take shape ahead, and his stomach suddenly rumbled, hinting unequivocally that it was time to eat here and now, and not endure, as had been happening for several hours. I'm still surprised by these twists, because I'm actually dead, in a way. However, when I appeared in this world at the beginning of ninety-four, I temporarily became alive. A body was created for me on the basis of what was before my death.
Entangled? Well, yes, I understand that it sounds strange. I'll put it simply. After my death, I entered into a contract with one of the Higher Gods, and my job is to perform certain tasks and help the various worlds. Here I am now twenty-four years old, but in my world I would be eleven, but believe me, I had no desire to see myself small. Not even a thought slipped through.
In theory, I should not give a damn about everything around me, especially about the city of raccoons, since this is not my world. But, despite this, I still got into the city, although I spent only a couple of months there. And now, after so many years, I am returning home. Unless this road finishes me off.
Turning into the parking lot, I turned off the engine and left the car, already as I approached the entrance, I felt the smell from the café, to which my stomach rumbled again.
The café turned out to be cozy, I would even say that it can compete with some restaurants in the capital. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. During the time that I work in the police and went to calls, I have seen enough. I remember there was a call to a restaurant, and the suspect tried to escape from me and my partner by running through the kitchen to the back entrance. Richard (I called him Richie for short) ran around to catch the suspect on the way out, and I ran inside. If I had a weak stomach, I would have parted with dinner as soon as I burst into the kitchen. There was a feeling as if the food was cooked from waste products, judging by the sight and smell, and cockroaches the size of a finger were terrifying and disgusting. Fortunately, after that, the restaurant was closed.
By the way, we caught the suspect - as soon as he kicked down the door and ran out, Richie knocked him down. If you had seen what a jump he made, the athletes would have gnawed all their nails with envy.
"Good morning, officer," a young guy greeted me at the counter, with obvious lack of sleep on his face.
"Or rather, good afternoon," I smiled back. Yes, when you are tired, you do not see anything normal around you. "Can I have the most popular thing they order from you, and a cup of coffee with milk?"
"Okay, officer, but we don't have milk now, we haven't delivered it yet," the guy said guiltily, to which I only shrugged my shoulders. This means that I will have to add a little more sugar, because I am not used to drinking a bitter drink without additives.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a plate of French fries on the counter in front of me, a good cutlet and sauce. His stomach reminded him again that it was time to eat, and I did not torment him any more. A minute later, a cup of coffee was placed next to the plate.
Even I was amused by the guy's face in the sense that I remembered myself when I was going through the academy. At that time, I really dreamed of being shot, since my brain was fluffy after studying, and my body hurt after exercise, and I wanted to sleep very much. Do you know how many times I wanted to quit all this? Yes, every day I dreamed of just falling into bed, sleeping for twenty hours, and before that drinking a can of beer. But no, I had to give myself a mental kick and literally force myself to continue.
During my studies, I gave up both beer and cigarettes, since I literally did not have time for this. But these seven months of torment paid off, and I celebrated my graduation with the highest score! He celebrated as if he had taken first place among his classmates, although he was only sixth. It seems that the guys then drank almost everything that was in the restaurant where we celebrated. One of our people had to be sent home by taxi under supervision, because he could not get there himself. And, I have to admit, the girls in uniform look very... Very much. Although I am temporarily alive, I am still a guy, and I looked at the rather seductive figures of girls. And no, I didn't have it with any of them.
I remember from my past life (and this one) girls are often called the weaker sex. I want to say to them - go and say this, for example, to Melinda Walker, the smallest of our class. You will be lucky if you get off with only a concussion. Hell, when I sparred with her for the first time, I didn't last ten seconds before I was knocked out. Small, nimble, and such an asshole, strong. Which, however, did not prevent us from loving this nimble snake as a little sister. And she didn't bother about her height, she could joke.
After completing the training, we were given the rank of officer, given a certificate, a badge, a uniform, and... They were sent to patrol the street. Am I serious, or did you think that we would immediately be sent to the departments, and we, like in the movies, would start dealing with high-profile cases almost from the first day? Haha three times. Officers must know the specifics of the work well, so you can't get rid of patrolling. However, during my service, I was lucky - I had good recommendations from my superiors, I did not spoil my reputation in three years, since I was not seen anywhere and in anything, and I managed to gain connections. So, after passing the exam, I became a sergeant, and my uniform now proudly hung stripes in the form of a double arrow, and there were gold inserts on my cap. It happened a month ago, and almost immediately the papers came for my transfer to my hometown of Raccoon City. One of the sergeants was leaving his post, and I was sent to his place.
After satisfying my hunger and drinking coffee (bitter, cattle, even sugar did not help), I left the money with the tip on the table and left the café. On the street, he lit a new cigarette. Blowing out the smoke, I smiled weakly - working in the police is very nervous, I began to smoke more than in my previous life, but my body was still calmly fighting the negative effects, thanks to the skill "Iron Health". Thanks to him, during these four years, I was sick only twice, and even then, no more than three days each time. So even because of illness, I could not really rest.
As I got into the car, I fixed my eyes on the translation papers, which made me chuckle. The world is hinting that it is time for me to return to fulfill my mission. But my memory was restored, and I knew perfectly well what awaited me. Damn resident! It's going to start there that the living will envy the real dead! The worst thing is that I watched movies, but I didn't play games, only in the first part, and something tells me that this will definitely not be the first option. Everything else I know is fragmented. At that time, I didn't really care about games, and I was never a gamer.
When I remembered, I extinguished my first impulse to stop this hell almost immediately (the self-discipline that appeared during the training helped me). Almost immediately after that, I received a letter from my superiors. Higher authorities. Demetrius wrote bluntly that I would not be able to stop the apocalypse, they would simply not listen to me, and there was a chance that they would simply get rid of such an alarmist. My goal is to save as many people as possible and survive myself (the second is not as important as I think). There are six months ahead of me before the gates to Hell open, and if I can't stop them, then I can at least prepare. Which I will do.
The engine started the first time, and my pickup truck drove me down the road again. A storm was coming, but I knew about it. And information is already half the battle.
***
Raccoon City. 13:22.
At the entrance to the city, I was almost immediately flooded with nostalgia. I spent only a little time here before I went to the academy, but I already fell in love with this city, considered it my home. His heart felt lousy at the thought of what Umbrella would do to him. As a mercenary of God, I am still weak to change the canon of the world too much. My current maximum is small changes. The very fact that I am here gives me the opportunity to save those who died before. Even if it is only one person, I will already be happy.
In R.P.D, they were waiting for me only tomorrow, so getting rid of dark thoughts, I went on a tour of the city, refreshing my memory of the sights. I changed my police uniform some time after eating in a café. It's uncomfortable, of course, to change clothes in the car, but I just didn't want to be seen in uniform now. At the same time, at the entrance, I bought a small package of beer.
The bar ≪Black Jack≫, the boutique, Lake of Victory, the Grill 13 restaurant, even visited the clock tower of St. Michael, from where he walked to the large park that was behind. When I looked at the cemetery that was here, I wanted to smoke again. The whole city will soon become a cemetery for about a hundred thousand people. Both adults and children.
Now, while there will be a lull. The first signs of the beginning of the end will pass, if I remember correctly, in May, beginning with small but violent incidents. Basically, everything will take place in the suburbs and Raccoon Forest. The only thing I can do here is to get the bosses so that the cordon of the road that leads to the mountains happens earlier, and not a month or two later.
And these star stars... Or rather, not even them, but one of the captains. This ochcosaurus, in winter and summer, wears glasses of the same color. Try to take him out of the game before all this? Ha, good joke. He's just a man now, but this one... The captain is a martial arts master. And even if I ambush him where there are no people, they will simply beat me up so much that I will go to meet Demetrius. All that remains is to grit his teeth in the hope that Wesker himself will die.
In fact, I was both lucky and unlucky with this world - the world is constantly rebooting, since the main characters can also die here. But thanks to this constant restart, my biography was properly integrated into this world. In the next worlds, it will now be easier - less energy and strength will have to be spent on the formation of the body and my insertion into the story.
I thought so much that only now did I notice the sun going down. Disheveling my hair, annoyed that I had not had time to visit everywhere today, I went to the car to go home. Fortunately, it was located in the center of the city, not far from the chapel. Having parked, I took one bag from the seat and two from the back, and if it were not for training at the academy, I could have been dragged down.
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