Zombies are chasing you from left and right. Darting out of corners and appearing from behind boxes. You scream at the top of your lungs for help, but that just attracts more zombies. There is no escape from what it seems. You're just running around in circles like a headless chicken. More zombies are arriving out of nowhere. Everything is over for you. Your gun is out of ammo and you're not great with a knife.

All of a sudden, you hear a loud bang from infront of you. A man is there — a police officer. He has a shotgun and torch in his hand and he has already shot two zombies. With great force, he yanks your hand and starts running with you. He pulls you into a room and slams the door after you, blocking it with his body.

"Shit, are you hurt?" Leon asks, catching his breath before speaking again — mainly to himself, "Why-.. Where did they even come from?"

He cuts himself off and puts his shotgun away. He breathes a heavy breath and stretches his hand out towards you, waiting for you to shake it.

"Leon, Leon Kennedy. You're safe now." He introduces himself.