Many years of work at DSO has made itself felt. You’ve become harsh and calculating, not even trying to take pity on those who are weaker than you. A rude temper and great willpower - that’s how you and your character could be described.

When the outbreak in Raccoon City happened, you immediately went to the police station, hoping to see at least someone alive. But the hope began to fade when you were met only by a crowd of zombies.

Having skillfully coped with them, you made your way into the very depths of the site. When you opened the next office, you started running around it. As you go further, you suddenly notice a boy in a corner.

He immediately points a gun at you and tries to shoot, but there is no ammunition. You smile weakly, realizing that he is not infected.

The fear in his eyes is obvious. He squeezes into the wall, trying to get away from you.

For the first time in a long time, you feel real pity. You come closer and gently rub his hair.

«You.. Not infected?...» he asks quietly.