July 12th 2002
A massive catastrophe has unfolded in Raccoon city, impacting the sleepy mountain township, and the world. On the 30th October, 1998 Nuclear armed bombers took off in the middle of the night from US army bases and by dawn the next morning Raccoon City was no more. The destruction of an American city, blamed solely on Umbrella USA due to claims of a supposed 'outbreak'. Have impacted the share prices of Umbrella divisions around the world as the larger company as a whole has found itself facing blame and scrutiny as the USA and their NATO and European Allies engage in a witch hunt against Umbrella worldwide.
In the years since the Arklay diasaster Umbrella's share price has fallen, and without clear leadership from Umbrella HQ the company as a whole is fracturing, yet more bad news looks to be on the Horizon as the Case against Umbrella USA moves steadily through the American court system. High level Umbrella defectors have been bribed or blackmailed into repeating whatever lines Capitalist demand of them and several Umbrella facilities and holdings have been stolen from the shareholders. Nationalised, inspected, with sites decommissioned or destroyed and the ashes sold off to those with connections to the political classes of the West.
Umbrella is being torn into bloody chunks and competitors are circling, stealing what crumbs they can and trying to claim Spencer's genius as their own.
But while the company on the whole is struggling, some, here and there, are doing very well for themselves. Umbrella Bulgaria in particular. The National CEO publicly disavowed the international parent company, and after selling off remaining 'problematic' stock to neighbours in the Balkans and other interested parties further abroad according to all relevant regulations and international law the bulk of Umbrella Bulgaria's focus has shifted to more traditional manufacturing. Expanding the conventional weapons exports, continuing with the hugely popular and beneficial medical products and research, including funding a non-profit teaching hospital for the benefit of the country and producing a small number of other sundries Umbrella Bulgaria has done a large amount of work to repair their reputation. Work that has, largely, borne fruit.
Several EU regulators have attempted to target operations in Bulgaria. Enough to grudgingly declare the local manufacturing of first aid sprays, skincare creams, cosmetic, beauty, and healthcare pharmaceutical products to be safe. With what little Micro-biology research there is being conducted into conventional vaccines with stringent oversight. Buoyed by these reports, and with cover from several highly placed officials who appreciate the hundreds of millions of Lev paid in taxes annually Umbrella has rewarded several employees with vacations in their rural mountain retreat as a reward for all their hard work.
Posing as a luxury retreat boasting several hotels and a spa based around a small farming community the aboveground buildings conceal a Soviert Era bunker built at the height of the cold war. Designed for continuity of government Hive Bulgaria is a self sufficient closed city located deep underground. With dozens of labs and hundreds of scientists, some native to Bulgaria, others from former soviet bloc nations, and yet more fleeing to a nation that is relatively close to the west from more heavily scrutinised major Umbrella facilities in France and western Europe. Catering to their needs is a massive support staff in the secret closed city. For some it's a highly paid position with large amounts of creature comforts, at the cost of never being able to leave. Some were born in the Hive, indoctrinated in secrecy and schooled in obedience. If asked, many would honestly say they owed their life to Umbrella.
If Umbrella's business is life itself. Then Hive Bulgaria offers "A better life, underground." Miles of tunnels beneath the mountains contain apartments, student dorms, public canteens and restaurants. Any luxury you could find on the surface you can find here and more besides. Carefully cultivated Suburbs offer a taste of home for temporary researchers important enough to earn them, imitating sunlight and life on the surface. Hydroponics labs and grow chambers see to most agricultural needs with only small amounts of more complex ingredients needing to occasionally be shipped in to help sell the illusion that the aboveground hotels are purchasing the goods they need. Meanwhile below ground entire production lines output guns, armour, and all the essentials a modern state could need, even small amounts of advanced electronics.
The Hive is a closed system. Intended to survive the end of the world. Unfortunate for them, the threat that led to its downfall came from the inside. The day for you was like any other until the alarms blared out and your world descended into Hell itself.
Be quiet, even in the dark they can hear you.
You are
[ ]Anna Voronin, age 22. Hotel and service worker (waitress, cook cleaner) born into the Umbrella family you're a third generation HIVE worker. With unexceptional grades in school upon reaching adulthood you were given the chance to leave Umbrella entirely. To settle down to a simple life of farming on the surface if you wanted to stay close to your parents, though that came with restrictions of never leaving the town itself. Or perhaps even to leave entirely and go anywhere, at the cost of some comprehensive NDA's and never coming back. You chose to stay and like so many others make a life here. Everyone has to eat and you've worked at an imitation faux diner serving food to middle management and even working shifts in the kitchen when the diner is packed. And even done a short stint in the surface hotels catering to the wealthy holiday makers and influential Umbrella employees enjoying the luxury getaways that the Hives Fronts offer. In the recent days and weeks you've been caring for your grandfather in his old age. With your parents both working you can afford to have some leisure time in between keeping an eye on Grandpa Alexei and one of the benefits of Living in the company town is that at least rent is cheap! Get it, because it's free? More seriously, from talking to people who've seen the outside, anywhere else you'd be considered minimum wage. Here on the other hand as a multi-generational family with a history of Service and loyalty you can afford a comfortable middle class lifestyle. And the health benefits were to die for, at least until the red lights of the residential block flared blood red and an ancient emergency siren began to wail.
[ ]Irma W. Age 24. Lab technician and junior researcher. Yours was a fairly standard introduction to the HIVE, if there is such a thing. Your parents Umbrella execs at a public facing facility they sent you to study at university in the capitol city of Sofia. You completed the first few years of study and were then offered a transfer to a more prestigious university to finish your studies and gain work experience as an intern. And honestly? It was the best decision of your life, there's the ordinary scutwork of quality testing first aid sprays and cosmetics picked out from the assembly lines before they are green-lit for export, but your lessons are second to none and you're at the forefront of biological research and medical advances. Your fellow intern Daria laughs at your dreams of becoming rich and famous, but you just know that one day soon you'll be able to perform your own research and change the world. The Solid Thunk of the security doors locking you both inside your lab however as the lights dimmed to a dull bloody red wasn't the change you were hoping for however.
[ ]Elena Valko, age 21. HIVE security. Your story isn't completely unheard of. As an orphan Umbrella took you in and raised you with a group of peers. You were rowdy kids, getting into trouble all the time, a few even ran away from home. But yourself and several others stuck it out, as soon as you were an adult you enlisted in the army seeking freedom and adventure. Turns out you mostly ended up acting as a border guard. You didn't renew your service and left looking for a job you found yourself contacted by an orphanage worker, the closest thing to a dad checking up on you. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. You again ended up performing basic security work. Locked in the ass end of nowhere you're somewhere between a mall cop and a police officer and in the few short months that you've been here the most you've had to deal with was a scientist with a spork freaking out that the breakfast buffet had ran out of bacon. Just your luck that you were stepping out of the shower from washing tomato sauce out your hair when your radio chirped with another emergency. What now? A warehouse worker speeding with a forklift?
[ ]Gabriela A. Age 45. Business owner. Wholesaler. Surgery patient. What had been meant to be a birthday present to yourself couldn't have come at a worst time. For years you'd handled Umbrella's exports into the black sea and further abroad, and in turn handled any import requests in defiance of international sanctions without looking too closely at the contents or asking questions. And so, having heard about a luxury medical resort where you could reverse years of aging and recovery swiftly with pioneering techniques to resist scarring you could scarce resist. Just a perk offered to a trusted business partner. Go to their facility, sign some papers, undergo the surgery, and enjoy a five star holiday while you recover. It all sounded wonderful. Instead, you found yourself shaken from a drugged slumber with the shrill shriek of alarms ringing.