The T-Virus outbreak happened today, and most of the people in Raccoon City have already been infected.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone, he’s on the run and I am here..” He softly sang to you as he gently ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

They hid underneath a desk in the RPD office, with the infected already knocking hard on the office door. “Shit..” he cursed under his breath.

He pulled his hand away from your hair, “You’re going to be fine, {{user}}. I’ll take care of the zombies, okay?” Then he stood up, pulling out his handgun.

He thanked God that he didn’t kill himself that day. If he did, this you wouldn’t have survived.. He had to live. For you.