Resident Evil: The Wrath of Umbrella, Start as Citizen, No God Weaps

My boss comes into my office, "Keller, there's a big mob outside, we can't leave. We'll have to wait for the police to break up the riot, so keep working and I'll give you the day off tomorrow in return." My boss walks off, and I look out the window of my office on the 5th story, and see a large group of people all banging at the front doors. "Hmm... I wonder what they're so upset about, they don't have any signs or chants... Oh well, at least I get tomorrow off!" I smile and go back to organizing my records. I hear gunshots and screams outside, but I ignore them as I go over my work, checking in on patients, rescheduling tomorrow's patients to a different day. I call home to see if Rema is home from school yet, but the machine picks up. "Hello, this is the Block residence, we're not home right now, so leave a message. Please and thank you!" I smile at the sound of my little girl's voice on the answering machine, and then I hang up the phone. "Ah, well, at least the mob is on this side of town. I can't imagine why a mob would swarm here though. Maybe they just decided that anywhere was good as long as they get to protest. I think I'm going to head to the breakroom and get some coffee, maybe there's been some updates about these crazy people..." I get up and head to the breakroom. I sit around, drinking coffee and talking to Wade, one of the other couselers that works here. "So, what do you think's going on Wade? Anything big?" "Naw, Kell, I think it's just some guy got mad and the rest of them are just part of a mob mentality sort of thing. Upset at their lives, looking to do something to better the world." "Well, you may be right... Anyway, I think I'ma get back to work. Let me know if you find out anything about it." I head back to my office and shuffle files around, expecting things to be okay...

I'm sitting down enjoying the beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky, well one or two. After I take a deep breath of fresh, crisp air I return to my studies. Oh, you don't know my name do you, I'm sorry, how rude of me; the name's Hugh G Rection, nice to meet you. Now where was I... Oh yeah, my studies. I look back down at the large book of endless rules and regulations, laws and concequences. I'm currently going to Law School to be a District Attorny. "Hugh" I herd somebody yell. I turn around and see one of my professors. "Mr. Dickerson, what are you doing here? I thought you and you wife were in Jamaca for a couple of days." I answer in a suprised tone of voice. "Well we were but we had to come home early for personal matters, but thats not the point. I need you to come with me. Its very important. You future depends on it." Without skipping a beat, I was on my feet and following Mr. Dickerson to his car...

I'm walking down the road, like I always do down at this time after work, to my favorite coffee shop around the corner from my apartment. I walk in, and order my 'usual' which i change everyday. I sit down at one of the tables, pull out my laptop, and listen to my friend bitch at me for not noticinge she was gone. After I finish my coffee, I pack up my stuff and leave. On my way home, my cell phone rings and on the other end of it says a few words then hangs up before I could say anything. "Selthae, there's another one." I put my phone away, then head home. When I get there, I lay my bag on the table and go into the basement. I turn on the lights to a garage full of blunt and slashing weapons. I put on my special made overcoat holding my knives and swords. I grab 6 knives, slide them in their slots on my legs, two katana's at my side, five smoke grenades attach them to my belt, and my special made sword and slide it into the sheath connected to my back.

I leave my house basically ready for a war, I pull out my keys to my '07 Corvette, with a custom black paint job, with an engine that has the ability to go faster that any racecar in NASCAR. I hop in, turn on the car, and leave.

I arrive at a mansion, old and rundown, it looks like it hasn't been occupied for at least 30 years. I walk up to it, I notice through half a shutter, a black figure and after a second its gone. I walk through the front door, it doesn't even have a handle on it. I push it open, the door schreaches as it slowly slides open. I find a doorway which leads down to the basement, the first three steps are missing, so I hop down to the fourth, it cracks when I land. Every step squeaks as I step on them, when I reached the bottom, there is a dimly lit room with only one light hanging low from the ceiling in the center above a table. A thin man who looks very pale and sick, with his hand wrapped and it's blood red stained,is sitting at the table surrounded by two large guys with guns. The thin man looks up at me, and croaks out at me, "Selthae, it has happened again, ur expertise in the art of swords, has made us call upon you for this mission." He coughs like there is something rattling in the back of his throught. "You will take these two guys with you, they will provide you with support if you happen to need it."

I bow my head for a second, then lift it back up, "you know you should really get those stairs fixed, I almost killed myself on my way down here. We all wouldn't like that, now would we?" I chuckle, "Come on boys, lets go."

The three of us walk up the stairs, we hop up to the main hallway and we close the door behind us. We get to the front door and we hear a gunshot coming from the basement. We ignore it and hop into my car. and drive into the distance.