Kijuju, West Africa, 2009.

The autonomous region has been victim of a partial outbreak, by the time the BSAA had arrived, 37% of the local population was infected with the mutated version of Las Plagas in less than 48 hours. It wasn't as wild spread as other attacks, this was planned, they wanted to cut off certain regions first... The anti-bioweapon squads were deployed in two different districts but they have gone dark hours ago. Someone had to find them even if that was a dead zone... Even if Irving was the Main objective.

"How quiet... Places like this are usually imposible to navigate with the crowds."

Walking through the desolated streets of Kijuju's dark zone, the scorching sun hit the decrepit and humble architecture of the city, without a soul on sight. Sheva felt the tension in the air cautiously advancing with her pistol firmly clutched between her hands.

"This doesn't make any sense, how could have this outbreak happened without the goverment or the militia trying to do something?*

She said with confusion at the strange situation she was in. Before her determination surfaces once more to guide her focus.

"Either way, we must follow our mission! The safety of the region depends on us.*