[center][color=f7941d][b][WILL "Cableguy" Sampson]
[Downtown Raccoon]
[Tuesday, September 24th, 1998][/b][/color]
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[color=39b54a][HP 100/100][/color]
[color=ed1c24][AMMO: None][/color]
[u]Slot 1: empty
Slot 2: empty
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4 Memento:[/u] [i][Cut Cable:] A short piece of cable with exposed wire on both sides. Possibly usable, with some repairs.[/i]
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Will ceased repairs on the train cables and promptly ran in the direction of police sirens and shrill, dying screams. There was a definite commotion in the downtown area of RC, and although Will ran for several yards towards the source of the screams, they only got louder and more panicked. As Will turned the corner onto 
[u][ENNERDALE & EMA STREET][/u], he witnessed a handful of police officers aiming their gun at two men wrestling in the open streets. One of the brawling men seemed to be bleeding from the mouth, and had a slightly green, nauseated complexion. (Probably a drunkard, Will thought.)

The aggressive alcoholic assaulted the other man, who wore a two-piece pinstripe suit. The businessman was now clearly frantic, his strength obviously failing him; the businessman was having trouble holding back the violent haggard. The violent, homeless individual held him by the torso, and would not let go, much to the discomfort of the professionally-dressed businessman. The bloodied vagrant began baring his teeth at his victim, like a rabid dog. The victim made the mistake of trying to punch the hobo in the face, but the instant the businessman's arms swung back for the punch, the deranged creature [i]lunged[/i] at the other man's neck.

Confusion and horror were evident on the businessman's face; as he pried the insane drunkard off him, off came a slice of his own neck, still caught between the bloody maniac's teeth. The creature backed off momentarily, appearing to savor the sinew it tore from the businessman's throat. It was at this moment that Will recalled local reports of a "cannibal disease" affecting the Raccoon City hospital, and he also recalled the possibility of this being a bacterial infection of some sort, although the Raccoon Weekly did tend to sensationalize some headlines to increase readership of its newspaper.

[color=f7941d][i]"Guuurglllrh...SHOOT...glurgh....HIM!"[/i][/color] the businessman managed to spit out two words between the sounds of him coughing up his own blood. 

Will backed away several meters from the gruesome scene and ducked behind a Raccoon Police Department cruiser. He looks helplessly into the RPD officer's eyes:
[i][color=f7941d][Will:]"F-f-fuck! Did that sick guy just bite that man in the neck?"[/color][/i]

[i][color=00aeef][Officer:]"All civilians must be vacate the streets. It's not safe here, get the fuck outta here kid! Find somewhere safe to hide until this blows over. RUN!"[/color][/i] the officer shooed Will away as if he was a young child. The officer's badge said 'Branagh', Will made a mental note of that as he fled east. Where the hell was Will going to find safety among the outbreak? 
Home? His apartment complex had over 40 tenants, if even 1 of them was infected....
Mom? Dad? No, Will had no family in Raccoon City. Will headed towards the only other venue, besides the trainyard, he and his coworkers frequented -- [color=f7941d][i]"Hopefully the guys are ok are still getting hammered at [u][b][JACK'S BAR][/b][/u]. I'm gonna head over there."[/i][/color]