Second Threat
The Orbital Anti-Plaga Laser's done its work. Or as much of it as possible, being thousands of miles distant from Raccoon City in the cold of space. In short, there are still infected citizens that slipped by the OAPL in residences and public buildings.
A number of individuals, yet undetermined, has gone missing entirely. This is apart from those residents who immediately (and perhaps unwisely) took refuge with relatives out of town at the sign of another outbreak of...something. Those stubborn citizens that remain are either holed up in their houses, or have banded together to appropriately determine countermeasures, 'put down' the now-savage animals that prowl the streets, and quarantine any infected.
The infected gathered thus far (and still hidden in the city) are in the primacy of their infirmity -- coughing up blood, losing consciousness, and in some cases, displaying uncharacteristically aggressive behaviors. In another several hours, the plaga will have fused inextricably to their nervous system, surrendering body and will.
Depending on where you are in the mountain town today, it's either eerily quiet, or filled with the sounds of Raccoon City's residents doing their best to organize against the second mysterious threat in three months.
Their scars haven't even had time to heal, and still they fight again.
(( Set-up post for Team Good's AURC plaga-cleansing endeavors. ))
A number of individuals, yet undetermined, has gone missing entirely. This is apart from those residents who immediately (and perhaps unwisely) took refuge with relatives out of town at the sign of another outbreak of...something. Those stubborn citizens that remain are either holed up in their houses, or have banded together to appropriately determine countermeasures, 'put down' the now-savage animals that prowl the streets, and quarantine any infected.
The infected gathered thus far (and still hidden in the city) are in the primacy of their infirmity -- coughing up blood, losing consciousness, and in some cases, displaying uncharacteristically aggressive behaviors. In another several hours, the plaga will have fused inextricably to their nervous system, surrendering body and will.
Depending on where you are in the mountain town today, it's either eerily quiet, or filled with the sounds of Raccoon City's residents doing their best to organize against the second mysterious threat in three months.
Their scars haven't even had time to heal, and still they fight again.
(( Set-up post for Team Good's AURC plaga-cleansing endeavors. ))