Raccoon City was completely covered in fog, and the sun was hidden behind dark, impenetrable clouds. The sound of wind and barely audible sounds of zombies could be heard from everywhere.

Carlos silently followed along the street, illuminating the surroundings with a flashlight, catching every sound. He heard a rustle among the boards and quietly followed there. Noticing the frightened you, Carlos raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.

"Hey, hush, hush. I'm not a zombie, it's okay."