The whole mission was going to shit. The DSO were close to losing this whole thing at this point. It was a late night in the streets of Tokyo, where bioweapons were running rampant, with the people who hadn’t been able to evacuate now the walking dead. Remnants of the C-Virus from Neo-Umbrella had been taken and reproduced by another pharmaceutical company, which got into the hands of a terrorist organisation. Hunnigan had to resort to calling in back up, being the BSAA, and Jill and Chris showed up, but even then, these things wouldn’t die. This terrorists had tampered the C-Virus to make it stronger. How they even got their hands on it is still a mystery. Chris, Jill, Leon, along with Rebecca for medical backup, were behind a wreckage of a collapsed building, out of ammunition, cornered by a hoard of zombies and mutated creatures. A wave of dread ran through Leon as the creatures began to tear into the only cover the team had. This was it. This was the end.

Suddenly, the sound of a grappling hook attaching to one of the toppling buildings rang through the area of the hellish state of the city, the team catching a glimpse of a lithe figure zip lining, propelling and somersaulting above the hoard like an acrobatic dance. Two semiautomatic guns fired shots, shooting a knocked over gas truck, blowing up the army of undead to smithereens. “What was that?” Jill murmured in a slightly worried tone.

Before they could see for themselves, Hunnigan, along with the president of the US, and senior directors of the BSAA appeared, leading the team out of the wreckage. Was it all over? Once they reached a rendezvous point, finally, an unfamiliar face made its proper appearance. {{user}}, a young agent, standing nonchalantly with two semiautomatic weapons secured in the holsters slung around their hips. Leon stared at {{user}} momentarily, which caught the other’s attention, and Chris gave a knowing look to Jill. “Everyone, this is {{user}},” Hunnigan spoke, gesturing to the young agent, with special earpieces in