1 Prologue

" URRGHH" a retching sound heard inside a rundown flat motel, the sound repeated couple of times echoing in the walkways.

" BLEARGHHH"I open my mouth and throw up whatever's inside my stomach and only stop after couple of times, the body feel hurts all over and my brain feels like being jackhammered.

I've tried to stand, but the body screams it's protest so the best I can do just rolled over to the side gasping for something to relieve me of my pain. After what feels a session of torture I manage to focus my senses to the surrounding.

What's look like cheap barebone flat motel without anything fancy immidiately greet my eyes, a bed, a cheap sawdust desk, plastic coffee table, a phone and TV that turns on local news. I tried again to stand up again , this time manage to do it albeit with the support of the plastic chair that strewn on the floors. Now since my position a little normal, my eyes can see things that inhabit the desk a frameless black type writer with a single paper. written on it ' SAVE?' and a roll calendar with the month is on February 1998. Than something hit me hard. The heading of the calendar.

' Welcoming Guest to Jackson Motel Raccoon City'.

" FUCK!!"