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Sunday, January 30, 2005

Resident Evil 3; Raffles Hotel Westin Stamford



P/S: Thanks for pin-pointing my mistakes hor!



When you thought it only happens at Racoon City, you're wrong! The t-virus seems to spread fast and now it has completely turned everyone at the finest Raffles Hotel into zombies.



Ashy, Roy, Dallas and I entered the hotel in search of other survivors. Without the help from Alice, we were all alone fighting those zombies with our bare hands.



We saw a few walking dead at the lobby but apparently they didn't seem to notice us. We crept pass them and entered the elevator with ease.



We wanted to start with the most highest floor, 66th but we needed a card to enter the upper floors. We ended up at the 38th floor instead.



We got into our fighting position as the elevator door opened. The entire floor was deserted. We moved forth. Apparently, all the doors were locked. Nothing unsual on that floor.



We thought of solutions of how to get to the higher floors. Roy suggested we took the elevator on the other side which might just bring us to the most top floor.



Abruptly we heard noises and the elevator wasn't there yet. We took the nearest exit which was they stairways and climbed up a few floors.



Panic engulfed me.



We exited at the 54th floor and checked the entire floor for survivors. Still, there were none. Yet again we heard noises. But it was coming from the elevator.



Seconds later, the elevator door opened and we entered. Suprisingly, the 58th button was lighted up.



The door closed and up we go.



Oh did I mention that Dallas was a wiccan. He had magickal herbs and book of shadows with him. At least he was able to conjure a protection spell for us when the zombies come attacking us.



We walked the entire floor when suddenly I heard strange voices ahead of us. I, being the brave one, decided to take the risk and check things out.



Hola!



Dozens of zombies spotted me and started to advanced towards us. I signalled them to exit using the stairs.



We ran for our lives. I realized it was not a good idea searching for survivors when we could eventually save our own butts and migrate to Africa.



We stopped at the 54th floor and took the elevator down. Seconds later , we ran out of the hotel and hailed a cab to the airport. We booked airplane tickets to Africa and bid Singapore goodbye.



Signing Off,

Shah Rizal Isaac

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