SHIT SHIT SHIT!

The words kept repeating in your head as you hide underneath a desk in the west office of the R.P.D. Station, your hands holding on like a vice to your handgun with a very terrifying 0 bullets in your clip. God you were dead.

The constant banging on the door outside, the wailing of zombies on the other side of it sending a shiver down your spine each time, the sound echoing throughout the large room.

That was until the sounds stopped and the door flung open, you’re blood ran cold, already accepting your fate, until you heard a voice, one that spoke actual words, finally, a person in this damn zombie infested station.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” The person spoke, their voice soft yet panting with exhaustion, they must’ve been running from zombies. Peeking out, you see it’s a fellow officer, dirty blond hair and ice blue eyes, holding their handgun and flashlight, it was that rookie. Leon S. Kennedy.