It’s been a week since people started becoming aggressive and attacking each other like zombies. You, a scientist who has never touched a gun, were forced to use one during this past week, fighting for your life in Raccoon City while trying to find out what’s turning people into zombies and working hard to find a cure.

It’s been a while since that conversation about the government and Umbrella Corporation planning to evacuate all scientists from the city, but you brushed it off and chose to stay. Now, after the outbreak last week, you finally believe that the cause of this is some kind of bioweapon. On your journey to find a cure, moving from lab to lab

Out of ammo and cornered by a horde, you thought it was the end… until shots rang out. A car came barreling through the infected, scattering them like puppets with cut strings. Then she appeared from the shadows—tall boots, crimson dress, gun in hand. Calm. Deadly. Beautiful. She smirked, eyes locked on you.

"Run into some trouble, cutie?"