Raccoon City Incident Novels & Stories

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

Michael Gurley was busy in his office typing up his reports and the press statement that would be issued to the general public the next day regarding the 'massacre' that had happened at the City Center Cathedral. ...while the exact events which led to two rival gangs meeting at the Cathedral remain unclear at this time, the Metro PD is following several leads and lines of inquiry to ascertain who is responsible for the desecration of one of our city's most beloved landmarks. 'Rival Gangs', Michael snorted as he finished the press statement. That was MPD-speak for anything supernatural that wound up splashing over into the mortal world point of view; nice, neat, and tidy. No one would know th

Streets are empty at this time of the morning, coppers all sound asleep or else busy at the station, dealing with the Bertinelli booking. No lights are on in these windows… But what the fuck is with all the overturned trash cans? I change directions for a closer look at the creature sprawled out behind that mess of trash – raccoon. It ain’t rummaging, ain’t even frozen playing possum. Thing’s already dead, neck hanging at an unnatural angle with deep claw marks on its chest. Though there’s surprisingly little blood coming out of the wounds…

The moment they crossed into Aecraton, every zombie wandering nearby was alerted and started rushing toward the road. It turned into something like a marathon, with hordes pouring in from every direction to chase Hayley's vehicle. "Raarh!" "Raarh!" "Raarh!" The armored truck kept its speed, cold and unstoppable as it barreled straight into Aecraton. Hayley finally saw what a city looked like after the zombie disaster.

“So the rats’ been out of the shadows huh. I bet the smugglers and dealers are now running off from them.” “They were.” Suddenly, Iris’ phone on her pocket felt heavy. The Chief’s been calling her nonstop for the sudden rain of cases on her way to the hospital. Several homicides painted the city red, and the distant sirens from everywhere instilled fear to everyone. Every radio station on her car spoke of deaths of men that were brutally killed with rat stamps on their forehead. “They’re dead. Most of them. That’s what happens if they chicken out and tried to run. The Nightcrawlers are all fucked up.”

“Let’s just leave it as I think one officer has never seen a bear up close and personal. He got his wish. Now he knows that he’s shorter than the hump of Daniel Ursa’s back. Oh, and his partner is a raccoon shifter who doesn’t appreciate him calling her lunch garbage, even if it’s behind her back.” “Oh, wow! Yeah, it sounds like the actual show is out there on the street.” Cal wasn’t in the mood for that kind of entertainment. If he wasn’t in such a dark mood, then he might have stuck around to see how that turned out. “A raccoon shifter? Few of them in this city.” After a rabies scare in, the natural raccoon population coming in from south of the border through raccoons infested with rabies

That night, while everyone was still sleeping, a major incident caused a sensation throughout the city. The central part of the Walnut Creek project under Noblefull Group collapsed. The building, which was supposed to be as solid as a skyscraper, came crashing down. It seemed to symbolize the collapse of Noblefull Group, which had dominated half of W City for decades. At three o'clock in the morning, Alston Smith received the news. His hand went weak, and the phone fell to the ground. He aged ten years in an instant. His butler, Vincent, was panicking and trying to comfort him, but Alston Smith was consumed by anger, and a mouthful of blood spewed out...

By dawn, three hundred people were dead. Most were just bystanders—civilians caught between angry crowds and House security. A handful were Hunters sent in to contain the anomalies, which kept breaking out in riot zones like an infection nobody could stop. Some protesters died when anomalies appeared right in the middle of the chaos, drawn in by all that concentrated Intent, like sharks sniffing blood. The Houses clamped down with martial law.

He had a number of teachers around the world, when he started traveling alone in his training, he met some shady villains and escape masters who taught him how to erase his tracks in between his travels. When he ended up in an old country town as he passed along the road, towards another town, he learned through one of his teachers who had contacted me, that a splinter sect, that it was the traitors and rebels who resolved turn against all the teachings of the order. The city it seemed was the cursed place called Lost Raccoon City. It all started in the year 1986. All those cities were the hotbed of a series of murders, each of those cities had their own killers, who alone each killed more t

I stared at him carefully while cold unease slowly crawled down my spine. “That’s impossible.” “That’s what I thought too.” Jack pulled out his tablet immediately before placing multiple surveillance images across my desk. I looked down at them. And froze. Entire compounds burned black. Massive explosions. Destroyed ports. Yet somehow… Every surrounding civilian structure remained perfectly untouched. No collateral damage No accidental victims. No random destruction. Just Rico. Specifically Rico. “What the hell…” I muttered quietly. Jack nodded immediately. “That’s not even the weirdest part.” I looked up sharply.