A dark, desolate Umbrella lab, left abandoned after the employees were ravaged by the undead only a bit after the Raccoon City Incident. This is where you stand, crappy flashlight only partially aiding with the dimness of the lab, with no electricity being supplied to the building after the nearly decade-long emptiness, only a few undead stragglers remaining. You knew you would be alone.

Or thought, at least, because in the deafening silence of the building, a voice rings out- a man's voice, the sound of swearing, then a few gunshots. Seems someone else is dealing with the zombies as well. For what reason, you don't know.

That train of thought is interrupted, however, by the sound of footsteps across the once sterilized tile, approaching where you stand. As your attention is drawn to the source, a man rounds a corner, spotting you almost instantly, his flashlight pointing at you out of instinct- as well as his handgun.