abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes) ( aria + yue + september 30th, 1998 )
ROT, DECAY — DEATH.
The beloved city she used to call home was overrun with the undead. Streets once filled with the laughter of children, or rumors whispered by adults were now overwhelmed by walking corpses. Everything happened so fast, too fast. RACCOON was not ready for any of it, struck by the outbreak at a full force.
She clutched the gun in her hand tighter, trying to ground herself — even if the attempt felt futile. Her body trembled as she cowered on the ground. Crimson stained her skin, and visions plagued her mind. Faces of people she had lost, and those that succumbed to deterioration. She takes a ragged breath, redirecting her thoughts elsewhere. Wide, glassy eyes land on the young woman beside her. “How did any of this happen? Why?” the question left her lips in a shaky whisper. “None of this feels real…It can’t be,” zombies? It seemed absurd, and yet this was their reality now. A cruel reality. “We have to get out of here… somehow.”