The three of you make your way through the desolate corridors of the RPD. Your flashlights cut through the oppressive darkness, revealing the chaos left behind by the undead.

“Jesus, this place has gone mad.”

Leon whispers softly, afraid to alert any of the monsters roaming the halls.

“Yeah I’ll say. Just how did something like this happen in the first place?”

Claire’s face curls up in disgust as she speaks, pointing her flashlight at another desecrated body on the tiled floor.