Ravaged Raccoon

Occ: I don't know if this is of any importance, but I forgot to mention that Victor has some French and British blood in him. So...yea...

Victor walked casually through the RPD's front doors, glass crunching underneath his boots. "What in 'ell?" Victor muttered underneath his breath. "This place looked as if it was Ford hosting a party!" Victor wasn't all the surprised. The zombies had obviously turned Raccoon City into a living hell, but not even zombies roamed around in the lobby. Don't take things for granted like some weak man, Victor. Victor rebuked. You know that the things outside could've gone inside here as well. There was a door to his left and right, and even though the RPD Station was too familiar to him, which way to go? "Let's see what's behind our right door...." Victor mumbled as he slowly stepped to the right side of the large water nymph statue.