The East Office was one of the Raccoon Police Department’s two main police offices, and it occupied a fair amount of space.
The shared work area sat slightly left of center, while the right corner had been partitioned off into a separate private office.
Before the east wing fell, this place had temporarily become a civilian shelter.
The police had moved quite a few survivors here, though most of those housed inside were women, children, and others without combat ability.
Most of the men had instead been thrown into the fighting and patrol duty around the eastern entrance.
That said, while it was called a temporary shelter, there were no tents or anything like that set up inside the East Office.
It was only being used as a place to stash civilians for the time being.
A few sleeping bags, metal lunch tins left directly on the floor, water bottles, baby bottles, and the like all showed that people had sat here on the spot and endured a hard stretch of time.
Luo Guang did not see any “Welcome, Newcomer” banner or anything like that, so this probably was not the office where that middle-parted scavenger Leon was supposed to report in.
No solving some bizarre onboarding puzzle event here.
Come to think of it, the plots of Resident Evil 3 and Resident Evil 2 seemed to happen almost back-to-back, only about a day apart.
I’m not going to run into Leon and the others in this R.P.D., am I?
Luo Guang still remembered those two games fairly well.
He did not remember the exact timeline of what happened at what hour, but he remembered the locations of most major events very clearly.
While thinking about things from before he transmigrated, Luo Guang did not bother hiding it from the system.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had the vague feeling that the system probably already knew he carried around a lot of knowledge that did not belong to this era.
And the system itself probably was not a product of this age either.
Second Brother shouldn’t mock Eldest Brother.
We’re all huddling together for warmth here.
Now that Luo Guang had already made it this far, he was not about to leave immediately.
Instead, he searched the office, hoping to find some useful information.
This place looked very much like the world of Resident Evil, but Luo Guang felt that things were not unfolding entirely according to the games’ plot.
Because of that, he treated his memories of the games only as a reference.
Fortunately, at least so far, the overall layout of Raccoon City seemed basically consistent with what it had been in the games.
Because the east wing had been overrun by zombies, most of the civilians had already fled, so there were not many zombies left inside the East Office.
After casually killing two more zombies that were “slacking off” inside the office, Luo Guang, for the first time, crouched down and searched the bodies of the two fallen undead with his own hands.
He successfully found two full magazines and two police IDs.
One of the standard-issue sidearms of the Raccoon Police Department was the Beretta M92FS, and the two magazines Luo Guang found fit his pistol perfectly.
The guns belonging to the two zombies had fallen onto the floor and were soaking in blood.
Luo Guang had no cleaning supplies, and he already had guns of his own, so he did not bother picking them up.
Although the Beretta M92FS was an improved version of Luo Guang’s Beretta M92F, the improvements mainly addressed flaws in the M92F, so the magazines were still interchangeable.
Luo Guang came away with two fully loaded magazines and felt pretty good about it.
No wonder Leon was so obsessed with looting.
This does feel great.
Still, ammo really did not last.
Luo Guang had only fought one encounter battle, and he had already burned through nearly half his ammunition.
And that was with him knowing the zombies’ weak point.
It was not hard to imagine just how staggering the ammunition demands of the R.P.D.’s defensive battle against the zombie horde must have been.
The R.P.D.
had originally possessed plenty of bullets, but large amounts of ammunition and heavy weapons had been secretly moved out by the police chief before the biohazard outbreak.
Add that to the enormous size of the zombie horde, and it was no wonder the Raccoon City police had ultimately resorted to using a massive amount of explosives to try to stop the southward advance of the dead.
But after that defensive battle, the Raccoon City police were no longer able to organize any further operations.
Including the hardworking deputy chief, most of the city’s police officers and S.W.A.T.
personnel had basically all died there.
While Luo Guang was searching the bodies, the left-side door of the East Office—the one he had entered through—had already begun echoing with the sound of zombies scratching at it.
The noise was not especially violent.
It seemed unlikely that the zombies would break through anytime soon.
When Marvin saw that Luo Guang had avoided the remaining zombies and made it into the East Office, he felt a little more at ease.
Although Luo Guang’s combat ability had shocked Marvin enough to make his jaw drop, Marvin had been counting: Luo Guang had already spent nearly half his bullets, and there were still more zombies left than he had killed.
Most of the Raccoon City police and S.W.A.T.
had lost their combat ability and then died after running out of ammunition.
As for melee combat, most police officers and S.W.A.T.
lost the will to even consider it the moment they saw those hideous-faced zombies—those things that shrugged off bullets like demons risen from hell.
The riot batons and similar weapons in their hands simply could not handle the undead.
In 1998, for Raccoon City and for most of the world, these zombies were still incomprehensible horrors.
But for Luo Guang, who had transmigrated here after a lifetime marinated in film and television, ordinary zombies—especially the kind that could not run—did not inspire much fear at all.
So when facing zombies, Luo Guang had a natural psychological advantage even over highly trained S.W.A.T.
personnel.
If anyone had told Marvin that Luo Guang was going to knife every zombie to death, Marvin would have thought that person was insane.
When Marvin saw Luo Guang searching the corpses of his fallen colleagues in the East Office and finding a few magazines, Marvin assumed Luo Guang was looking for weapon supplies and probably would not be leaving for the time being.
Since Luo Guang was safe for the moment, Marvin shifted his attention to Elliot and David.
The two of them had already cut a path through the zombies and reached the Records Room.
After locking the door, they began rummaging through documents inside, so they were temporarily safe as well.
With no major issues on either side, Marvin picked up the radio nearby.
Although the damaged antenna meant he could not contact distant reinforcements, Marvin could still try to reach any rescue teams that might still exist in central Raccoon City, or notify surviving civilians already aware of the R.P.D.
that the main hall was still safe for the moment, and that if they had no better option, they could come here.
Let’s shift the focus back to Luo Guang.
After giving the shared office area a quick search, he failed to find any more useful weapons or ammunition.
Judging from the placards on the desks, the officers in this section seemed to have mainly handled relatively safe civil disputes.
In truth, what Luo Guang was looking for was not just weapons and ammo.
More importantly, he wanted official information about evacuation points and similar matters.
The fall of Raccoon City and its ultimate fate made it easy to think of America’s incompetence.
But in reality, from the moment the first outbreak began, the government had already learned what was happening in Raccoon City and deployed the Army to seal off the city’s ground routes.
It was not that they intended to leave civilians no path to survival, either.
From the early stage of the first biohazard outbreak in Raccoon City, the military had already begun establishing evacuation sites throughout the city.
Raccoon City Zoo, for example, was one such major evacuation site.
The general in charge of the blockade could not bear to watch civilians be butchered by zombies, so he privately worked with the National Guard, the R.P.D., the U.B.C.S., and others—nearly three thousand people in total—to launch extermination operations against the zombie horde, killing close to thirty thousand zombies.
That was why the number of zombies Luo Guang and the protagonists actually encountered was so much lower.
After searching for quite a while without results, Luo Guang turned his attention to the private office.
Police officers with offices of their own generally held higher positions, so there was a good chance he might find something useful inside.
Naturally, the door was locked.
Since he had already made plenty of noise by now, there was no point in staying quiet anymore, so in the end, Luo Guang simply kicked the private office door open.
Inside…
There were no zombies.
Instead, he found a corpse seated on the office sofa.
The body sat slumped there.
Around its right wrist hung a necklace with a cross on it, and on the floor below that same hand lay a six-inch Python revolver, gleaming ominously in the flashlight beam.
The moment he saw the scene, Luo Guang understood what the man had gone through.
He checked the silver Python revolver.
Not a single bullet remained in it.
Looking at the black hole in the corpse’s temple, Luo Guang sighed.
Then he looked around, found a flag bearing the R.P.D.
emblem hanging on the wall, tore it down, and draped it over the man’s body, covering the wound in his head.
Turning his eyes away, Luo Guang shifted his attention to the Raccoon City map mounted on the inside wall directly opposite the private office entrance.
It was covered in markings.
Shelters had been set up near City Hall, the police station, and Umbrella headquarters, all intended to receive survivors.
The National Guard and Army had also established shelters farther from the city center, such as at Clock Tower Plaza, Raccoon University, and Raccoon City Zoo.
Of the shelters marked on the map, Raccoon University, Clock Tower Park, and Raccoon City Zoo later became evacuation points, where the military used helicopters and ground transport to save as many survivors as possible.
After getting them out of Raccoon City, they were also screened to ensure they were not infected.
Meanwhile, the police had established a dedicated evacuation point at the Raccoon Police Department, using S.W.A.T.
vehicles and helicopters to transport survivors to those three military evacuation points.
Because of Umbrella’s sponsorship, the R.P.D.
had ample funding and had also been equipped with helicopters.
This meant the station could use choppers to evacuate survivors directly out of Raccoon City from the police station itself.
However, the transport capacity was lower than the military’s, and the helicopters had limited range and needed refueling before flying very far.
So, in order to save as many people as possible under normal circumstances, those helicopters generally only ferried survivors to military evacuation points.
At this stage, the R.P.D.
was making use of the helicopters’ mobility to search for wireless signals and rescue civilians trapped and unable to reach any evacuation points.
That was why Officer Marvin needed the antenna repaired—so he could contact those police helicopters and issue new orders.
However, by the time the officer in this office had died, most of the shelters marked on the map had already fallen or been canceled, each one marked over with a huge X.
“The evacuation point at Raccoon University is still active?”
Since the shelters already crossed out were obviously useless, Luo Guang no longer paid attention to those fallen or canceled sites.
Aside from Raccoon University, shelters at the R.P.D.
and Raccoon City Zoo had not been crossed out either.
But Luo Guang did not know when exactly this officer had taken his own life, so the information on the map was only useful as a reference.
For Luo Guang, the real escape options still came down to either riding the subway without Jill aboard and then transferring to a train heading out of the city—or directly escaping on one of the police helicopters Marvin managed to contact.
As a side note, in one blank corner of the map, there was also a big line written in English: SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD
After confirming several times that there was no other useful information on the Raccoon City map, Luo Guang prepared to leave the East Office.
Because he had been firing on the left-side corridor outside the East Office, the overwhelming majority of zombies had already been drawn that way by the gunshots.
That meant exiting through the right-side door of the East Office would be much safer.
Even though Luo Guang judged that the right-side exit ought to be safe because the other zombies had been lured away, he still did not lower his guard.
After all, there was no way to know whether some half-deaf zombie had failed to hear the shots—just like those “slacking-off” zombies in the East Office earlier.
Outside, the fighting had been so loud it was practically boiling over, and two zombies by the door had already been howling about dinner.
Yet there had still been two more lying on the floor, “sleeping like babies.”
It was only because Luo Guang had stayed cautious, noticed that the heads of those two “lazy” zombies showed no signs of having been destroyed, and refused to fall for their trick that he had ended up cracking both of their skulls open—one against a desk corner, the other against the wall.
After checking through the window in the office door and confirming there was no zombie blocking it, Luo Guang slowly turned the handle and gently pushed the door open.
He checked carefully.
Left: safe.
Right: safe.
That earlier nervous twitch that had made him fire a shot by accident had really been a big mistake, and it had stirred up the entire hornet’s nest and cost him a fair amount of ammunition.
Honestly, that was a serious blunder.
But right now, it had produced an unexpected benefit—there were no moving zombies in this corridor.
As long as he stayed alert for any corpses pretending to be dead, he should be able to reach the staircase leading to the second floor with ease.
After closing the East Office door behind him, Luo Guang was just about to move out when he noticed a small room directly opposite the doorway.
Judging from the plaque above it, it was the R.P.D.
Guard Room.
He checked the time on his watch.
Less than fifteen minutes had passed since he left the main hall, so time was still relatively generous.
The door was unlocked.
So Luo Guang pushed it open and stepped inside.
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