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Post by Taylor Fote on Mar 14, 2010 18:01:11 GMT -5
I was told to write down my experiences in Raccoon City in order to help the B.S.A.A. better understand the t-virus. I remember that my family had gone out of town for a while, before they set up the barracaides. I hadn't done so well in school, so I had to stay for a couple extra weeks so I wouldn't have to repeat my freshman year. That was when it pretty much started for me.
I was in the middle of class when someone slammed themselves up against the window. I remember jerking around and staring at the huge blood stain on the window. The man that had made it staggered backwards before taking another charge and slamming his face against the window. He kept going until eventually there was a crack that I heard through the window, and he didn't get up. The teacher attempted to get back on track, but nobody was worried about Algebra after what had just happened.
Stuff kept deteriorating after that. I started hearing about these cannnibal killers. I remember thinking about the guy from class. They had found him afterwards, he literally beat his own brains out. I dismissed it, but I kept getting more paranoid. I didn't want to go outside, but my friends kept coming over to hang. It was fine with me. But at night, I was a nervous wreck. Every noise made me think I was about to die. I figured it was all mass paranoia, but my thoughts kept drifting to that guy.
That should be a good amount for now. I have some paperwork to do. I guess I'll write more later
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Post by Taylor Fote on Mar 15, 2010 17:38:52 GMT -5
For the rest of the summer, stuff just kept getting worse and worse. More and more people went missing or were killed by the cannibal killers. Some people I knew had been killed, and my neighbor had gone missing. Even my friends were worried now. They didn't really come over anymore.
Eventually I was holed up in my house with a baseball bat, eating all the food we had. I remember eating bannana bread instead of cake. Happ Birthday to me. My family had been trying to get back into the city, but they had set up barricades, so I celebrated my birthday alone.
I actually had someone try to break into my house, even with my dog barking like a nut job. Eventually there were sounds of someone outside, and he left my door. At that point I wanted to get the hell out of there, but I wasn't leaving my house until I had to.
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Post by Taylor Fote on Mar 16, 2010 19:18:15 GMT -5
I absolutely had to leave in September. From what it sounded like, most of the city was banging at my door. I let my dog out of her cage and we booked from my house, going out the back and trying to get to the police station.
I was surprised my dog stayed with me the entire time. Usually she'd bolt if the gate opened. Maybe it was a protective thing. But we got to the police department, and they wouldn't let me in unless I got rid of the dog. There was no way. I ended up heading to my friends house, where we holed up for alot longer.
I was getting paranoid at this point. I remember that every noise made me think I was about to die. Its not something you easily get over. And look at me now, not a day of therapy and I can look back without any PTSD. I've had too many chances for that in my life
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