Lost Friends is a blog post written by Adam as part of the Experience Kijuju ARG campaign for Resident Evil 5.


Friday, January 30, 2009
I hadn't opened my curtains to look outside since I saw that crazy
mob and their bonfire last week. It doesn't help that I keep hearing
that man with the megaphone delivering venomous speeches to get
the people riled. I wish someone would shut him up. Not me mind
you. I'm not one to stir the pot.

Eventually my curiosity got the better of me, and I drew back the
curtain just a smidge to look outside. This time I saw tons of people
just milling about, almost twice or three times as many as last week! I
didn't even know there were that many people living in this part of
Kijuju to begin with. I don't think they're foreigners given Mr.
Sunglasses' disdain for them, but God only knows where they've been
hiding. I wasn't too focused on the individual faces in the crowd until
I saw one that made me shout out in surprise: It was one of my old
drinking buddies from work! I haven't seen him since he and some
other guys were "transferred" to another work site. Every time I
asked my boss about them, he just gave me the old runaround. Now I
see one of them here of all places. I so wanted to open up my window
and call out to him and say, "Hey, let's go get a drink – my treat!" but
I didn't want all those other people tagging along.

At night the crowd dispersed so I thought I'd check out the old
watering hole we all used to go to on the off chance that he or any of
my other former drinking buddies would be there. The bar was in
complete shambles. I had no idea that fight a couple weeks ago had
completely demolished it. Now that I think about it, I heard that the
owner had been killed during the melee. Poor guy. That's probably
why the bar had been ransacked as well. There wasn't a thing left in
there that wasn't broken. Every last bottle of alcohol had been
cleaned out.

I turned around to go home. You know what they say: Never fall in
love with a bar. I should have heeded that advice. Now I have no bar
and no friends and no woman. Worst of all, I don't even have
anything to drink.

As I started to walk away, my foot kicked something hard. I bent
down to pick it up. It was my lucky day. I had stumbled upon an
unopened bottle of whiskey! Today turned out to be better than I
thought it would be. I'm sitting here enjoying the spoils of my little
expedition. Anyone else drinking as they read this?


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