[center][img]https://image.ibb.co/nhDG3y/name.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=aaaaaa][i][b]Friday, 25th September, 1998[/b][/i][/color]
[color=aaaaaa]Raccoon General Hospital[/color][/right][hr]
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Connor looked down at the steering wheel of the car and Ana's question raced through his mind. [color=6ecff6][i]What the hell can we do?[/i][/color] He kept his thoughts to himself before taking a firm grip on the steering wheel with one hand, turning the key with the other. The sound of the engine coming to life filled the car and quickly Connor slammed the car into reverse before barrelling out of the car park at a dangerous speed.

[color=6ecff6]"The only thing I can think of is getting the hell outta' Raccoon City."[/color] His tone was firm, if not somewhat harsh. After a brief silence he felt bad. [color=6ecff6]"Sorry...I didn't mean to sound so snappy. This entire situation is just so...fucked. The guy I brought in with me has been a good friend and to lose him like that is just so god damn frustrating."[/color] Remembering the man he had to put down in the hospital made him realise that he wasn't the only one who had lost someone. [color=6ecff6]"That guy in the hospital I had to shoot...i'm sorry..."[/color] A solemn look took over Connor's expression. [color=6ecff6]"Were you two close?"[/color]