RESIDENT EVIL (An entry i made to the Resident Evil Guild...I was bored and I'm also a big fan)
(The diary has a dry blood stain on its cover)
Restaurant Owner's Diary...
Sept 16th, 1998...
Niel asked if he can have a few days off...He didn't look to good...I've been meaning to ask him about it, but I didn't want to be rude. He's one of my best workers and he looked like he would collapse at any moment, probably all the stress from his sisters recent death....She was found in the outskirts of town, apparently attacked by the same group of killers the news keeps talking about...Those murderers are still lose and attacking people near Arcklay...I just hope they're caught soon.
Sept. 18th, 1998...
I had several customers complain about feeling slightly ill after their meals...I asked Greg my head chef about it, who was clueless as usual.
Furious, I barked at him to check the expiration dates of all ingredients, and to remind the others to wash their hands more often...I've never had as many people as I have today complain about the service here....It was enough to make me wonder if Greg was even capable of his position, something I've never had to call into question before. On top of that one of the waitresses didn't even show tonight...I cant seem to get anything done,
and with Niel taking a few days off I had to spend a few hours behind the bar until the other bartender came for his shift. I had a pounding headache
by the end of the day...I hope tomorrow proves to be a better day...
Sept. 21st 1998...
Those selfish bastards...another staff didn't show up, this time a chef...Niel was supposed to be back yesterday, and never showed....what the hell is going on? I had another customer complain about the food...I wasn't in the mood for their bitching...I decided to close the restaurant a few hours early. As I was locking the door I saw a man approaching me, stumbling slightly...obviously drunk... I told him we were closing up earlier today because a shortage of staff. He stumbled toward me slowly, reaching, closer than I thought he was from the lack of lighting on the street. The drunk maniac actually grabbed me! I shook him off, and kicked him...He stumbled backward and lost his footing near the edge of the sidewalk. I stood over him to make sure he wasn't hurt to bad. I tried to call the police to tell them about the psycho drunk so he could at least sober up in his cell, but I got a busy signal...Strange...I headed home and decided to call from there....I hope he doesn't hurt anyone or himself....
Sept. 23rd, 1998...
It was a slow Saturday afternoon as usual...The restaurant was really going to hell...I sat at the bar and had a drink to take my mind off problems with the business...The TV at the bar was on the news reporting about small riots all over the city...What the hell was going on in this city...?
Sept. 28th 1998...
How did it get to this.....?
The "rioters" as the news calls them, are all over the city....I've barricaded the front door of the restaurant with several tables and furniture....I have about 8 others in here with me....I can still here the police sirens outside, and distant sounds of gunfire...As I'm writing this I can just hear the faint sound of the barricade being moved and banged on...I think it will hold...At least until the police arrive...
(Shaky handwriting barely legible)
Sept. 29th 1998....
They broke through the barricade....I ran for my office and locked the door...The other survivors banged on my door for me to let them in....I was gripped with fear that I've never felt before in my life....I can hear their screams......They're at my door......I hear them moaning........
Please God......Please.......
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