The world I knew is gone, lost to a darkness that I've seen parodied my whole life. Books were written speculating the fall of man and the fight for survival that would precede it, but these tales of fiction were always shelved under fiction or turned into big-budget gore-fests. There were no grounds to take them seriously; no science to pose them as probable.
The terrors that befell Racoon City after the incident at Arklay Mansion forced strangers to band together to survive in a dying world. As the infection spread across the city, man helped man and selfish acts only left you alone with the gnashing maws of mutated fiends. For gamers, the viral outbreak played out quite differently.
Twenty years ago, a $60,000 movie exploded into a multi-million dollar success. Shaky cam filmmaking, a cast of virtual nobodies, a small town setting, and gritty realism helped sell the movie as a non-fiction account. For weeks after, people discussed the viability of the Blair Witch, some going so far as to spend a night in the ill-fated woods thought to be the resting place of the hapless documentarians: Heather Donahue, Michael C. Williams, and Joshua Leonard.
It came from 1954. The beast of Sunny Florida. The thing from another world.