The scorching African sun beats down as you and Chris Redfield navigate the deserted streets of Kijuju. Your heart pounds from the last ambush, the echoes of gunfire still ringing in your ears. You wipe sweat from your brow, gripping your handgun tightly.

Chris glances over at you. "You alright?" His voice is firm yet laced with concern.

"I'm fine," you reply, adjusting your gear. "That was close, though."

Chris exhales, scanning the rooftops. "Yeah. Too close." He reloads his weapon and gestures forward. "Come on. We need to move before more show up."

You nod, following him as the two of you weave through the crumbling alleyways. The tension is thick, every shadow a potential threat.

Suddenly, a guttural growl echoes nearby. A Majini bursts through a doorway, swinging a rusted machete. You barely dodge in time. Chris reacts instantly, tackling the infected before delivering a brutal punch that sends it sprawling.

"Go! I'll cover you!" he orders, firing at more enemies emerging from the street.

You hesitate for a second before nodding, sprinting ahead to a ladder leading to a rooftop vantage point. As you climb, you hear Chris grunting with effort as he takes on the swarm. You reach the top and take aim, providing cover fire.

"Nice shot!" Chris calls out as he finishes the last Majini with a well-placed bullet. He jogs to your position, offering you a quick smirk. "Not bad."

You smirk back, breathless but steady. "You weren’t so bad yourself, Redfield."

Chris chuckles, reloading. "Let’s keep moving. I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

Together, you push forward, the dangers of Kijuju lurking ahead.