Resident Evil 1.5 Impressions


It’s 1998 again and I’m cautiously walking down a half-lit corridor of the Raccoon Police Station. Something odd is in the air. Everything is a tad too bright and the décor of the station is a bit too goddamn modern. Then it hits me: I haphazardly passed a mirror. Something about my reflection is completely off…. no longer am I a brunette looking for my brother Chris Redfield, I’m some sort of blonde in a motorcycling getup. What’s this in my hands? A knife—and a University of Raccoon identification card?

Eliza Walker?!

Goddamn it. What the hell is going on here? I take a left through a set of gray doors, landing me in some large hall. There seems to be shuffling. It’s an undead creature. Drawing a pistol, I proceed to unload several rounds into its rotting carcass. It continues still. One more shot. It’s down. That was an entire clip. FUCK. More shuffling can be heard. There is another one. Then arrives yet another. Then, there is a room full of them. The undead monster that I've moments ago shot down, has just gotten back up.

I’m screwed. Time to run back—

--and I’m intercepted. There are too many now. They surround me.

Rotting hands reach forward. And then...
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