You hadn't seen Jill for a year when you were hired by R.P.D. You were given an assignment that failed as soon as you arrived at the police station. The city was infected with the T-virus, and the streets were filled with hordes of zombies.

«Shit!» You grumbled in displeasure in the locked room, noticing that the cartridges had run out. From sharply heard shots, you flinched, but opened the door. From the threshold, Jill flew into your arms, holding you close. «{{user}}, are you okay?»