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It’s been 11 years since the Raccoon City Incident and the whole world started to die do to the T-Virus. The plants are dead the lakes are dried up and the food is low because of the infected creatures like the dogs and crows. And a group of survivors struggles to survive.
My name is Bowen Blaze, but my friends call me Bo for short. I am one of the rare survivors of Raccoon City. I turned eight on October 1st, 1998. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was on my way to school when a black car stopped my bus…well I think you can guess what happened next.
Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield took me and the others out of the infected city just minutes before Umbrella covered everything. Those bastards, they got away of it.
Then a year ago while I was looking for my younger brother Dave in the Washington Headquarters they captured me and then they put the virus into me.
“Now let’s see if he can do everything that our last project can do.”, said a British-accent man.
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I fell into a love trance, which soon got disturbed by the loud noises of footsteps coming closer to the door. Jill grabbed my hand and promptly drew me into the cupboard and shut the doors. It smelt of iron and almost made me sick. I couldn't see Jill because of the darkness, but sensing her there was just enough to make me fall into a trance again!
I heard the door open and the trampling footsteps.
"I'm sure I heard it, sir! I could've sworn I heard a door open, I'm sure of it!" I overheard a small but certain voice say.
"Ah! We have no time for your stupid mistakes! We need to find the woman and the man! I'm t-t-t-t-tired of y-y-y-your useless little r-r-r-r-remarks! Ah! Michelle, hand me my ostreocine!" another man had spoken. I think it was the same one who killed the poor Mr Griffin, but I couldn't see because there was no gap between the closet doors.
"Lets get out of here!" the man who was stuttering ordered.
"Hold on, sir. There might be a clue in this closet" somebody
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"That's propostrous!", we heard a british man shout behind the door,"Never before have I hard such nonsense. There is no way that I was connected with the T-Virus incident! How dare you try to pin the blame on me! I suggest you get out of my house! I'm a busy man, I have no time for the likes of you!"
I peeped through the crack of the door and was just able to see a fat, smartly-dressed man standing behind his desk and three people dressed in leather. That was Umbrella, but not all of them. There was about seven or eight more.
The leader stepped forward and quickly grabbed the british man's neck.
"I don't think you heard me, Mr Griffin. If you don't come with us, you will die" snarled the leader, still grasping Mr Griffins neck.
"I...re...fuse" the british man managed to speak a little bit.
The leader growled loudly and threw the man off the wall.
I slowly got my guns out and was ready to kick the door open and blast their brains out. But as I raised my guns, Jill slowly pulled them back down.
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