Situated somewhere in the American Mid-West at the foot of the Arklay Mountains, Raccoon City once relied heavily on its industrial trade and made good use of the three rivers Marble, Circular and Aimes running through it. But the city was completely obliterated thanks to the combined efforts of the t-virus outbreak of 1998, a 100,000-strong hoard of flesh eating zombies and mutants making the place feel very unwelcoming indeed, and a whopping great thermonuclear missile bombardment. Now a holiday to this desolate, smouldering, toxic hellhole of a former city would be on par with a fortnight in Chernobyl. But if youre into your dark tourism and enjoy slaying the un-dead in radiation-filled environments, go ahead, fill your boots. Chances are theres still a few stragglers hanging about you can take down. Cant imagine the hotel trade is booming though so its advisable you bring a tent, and some heavy weaponry, and probably some toilet paper. Oh, if you do somehow manage to get out alive, chances are your hair will fall out over time and youll be infertile. Still, you cant complain about the price.