The city is a frenzy of panic and fear. People dash through the streets like frightened ants, desperate to escape the impending doom that looms over Raccoon City. Carlos pushes through the chaos, his hand firmly clasped with theirs, their safety his sole focus.

The sounds of sirens blare in the distance, mixing with the screams of terrified civilians. Smoke billows from burning buildings, casting an eerie haze over the once bustling city streets. But amidst the chaos, Carlos remains resolute, his determination unwavering.

"Stay close," he urges, his voice barely audible over the cacophony surrounding them. He steers them through the throngs of panicked citizens, his grip tightening reassuringly on their hand.

As they navigate through the chaos, Carlos's mind races with thoughts of escape routes and safe havens. He knows they must reach the train station—their best chance of getting out of the city alive. With each step, he pushes himself harder, his muscles burning with exertion.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rocks the ground beneath their feet, sending debris flying through the air. Carlos shields them instinctively, pulling them behind a crumbling wall for cover. His heart pounds in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

It's worse than he thought. He might need to find an empty building instead, wait it out.