Raccoon City Incident Novels & Stories

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...

“Already happening. Ricco had to switch routes twice this morning just to avoid news vans.” Rohan rubbed his temples where a persistent headache had been building since dawn. Managing Dario’s legitimate business empire while keeping the criminal organization from fragmenting required a delicate balance that was becoming harder to maintain with each passing hour. “What about our people on the inside? Police, city officials, anyone who might be feeding information to the media?” “I’m working on it. But the leak about the crime scene photos came from someone with high-level access. Someone who knew exactly which images would cause the most damage.”

Kieran stepped slightly in front of me, his posture relaxed but his muscles coiled like steel springs. "You're a bit late for a rescue mission, General." General Corvus offered a thin, tight-lipped smile. "We were monitoring the seismic anomalies from our base. It seems whatever tragic accident occurred in the city has resolved itself permanently." He adjusted his leather gloves, his eyes fixing squarely on me. "What happened here today is a matter of extreme national security. The facility, the research... it falls under a strictly classified bracket. If details of an unauthorized, biological incident like this were to reach the public, it would catastrophically damage the government's rep

He’d initially planned to only do it just so he could leak out this affair, but now, he came with something else in mind - wanting to find out if Larissa knew anything else about Catrine Carter, perhaps even Monica Upshaw and the recent attacks on hunters headquarters. What he couldn’t comprehend was what the perpetrator could hope to gain from these strikes. The hunters were a large part of the defense systems, too. Soldiers alone weren’t enough. Why did it feel like they were being exterminated? There were no casualties from the parking lot explosion, fortunately. The most severe injury was a third-degree burn that had been treated with a positive prospect of recovery.

The underground alliance didn’t only take them days to come up with such ideas. It took them weeks and months, but it also has disadvantages. But the outside world has been experiencing unusual events that can’t be explained scientifically. Once there was an acid spill that killed plants in one neighborhood. The heroes were too busy devising a plan to save the world, that they forgot to monitor how the city people are doing, especially now that the CCTV’s are not working due to the blackout around the headquarters’ area. The alliance is taking measures in order to create a magnificent all-out plan that could eliminate the evil humanoids once and for all, but the humanoids, too, have all been

The silence after the alarm’s shriek was almost worse. Thick. Suffocating. Adam’s hand hovered over the gun, his body coiled like a spring, eyes scanning the dusky landscape beyond the windshield. The dashboard screen flashed again: ALERT RESOLVED: Wildlife Trigger - West Gate. (Raccoon) A raccoon. Just a damn raccoon. The breath I hadn’t realized I was holding punched out of me, leaving me lightheaded. Adam slowly lowered his hand from the glove compartment, the tension bleeding from his shoulders, replaced by a weary slump. He ran a hand over his face, the gesture strangely vulnerable.

While she was running, she noticed the police vehicle behind her and she slowed down till she was able to stop running. "Young lady, we got a call that those men were harassing you. Is this true" she nodded in affirmative. "Don't worry, we have our men stationed across all part of the road. They are the Scorpion Cartel; those guys have been terrorizing the city alongside the ravens" As the officer spoke, she cast her mind back to the day she was attacked by the ravens. Then it dawn to her that it was her father's fault for all these incessant attack on her.

Carolina had brought a jar of moonshine, and her thighs pressed up against his like she could wring the day out of him through osmosis. He let her. Let her pick the bugs from his hair, let her tap his shin with hers whenever she was about to confess or demand or lure him in with a gross science fact. “Did you know, post-catastrophe, raccoons have evolved eating plastic?” she asked, peeling the label off the glass with her thumb. “They get tumors, but then their litters get smarter anyway. It’s like nature wanted a little chaos-creature to outlive us all.”

The next day the disaster that had been lived little by little began to show. When I turned on the television, I could see what the war that had just begun had left behind. There were dozens of dead and wrecked cars in various parts of the city. All from fights between the two races. We were going back to the old war between wolves and vampires that happened centuries ago because of the adventure of two young men. I saw the news and tried to wake up Cassandra, as the day was beginning, and we could not sleep all day. However, we heard someone knocking at the door in a somewhat violent manner.

The rottens don't appear to recognize the onslaught either, and they do not even surrender. Ricky took off when Justine pointed to a neighboring hardwood garbage can, scrambling up quite easily. He regained his composure and fired his first gunshot before even the remaining of us had even arrived at the swarm. A rotten grasping for one of the boys' feet fails, resulting in the loss of a portion of his cranium. Blood and bone shards splattered the lavatory wall, appearing thick like hazel-coconut jam. Justine then went for a partially-decomposed infected man on the group's edge.