You were the presidents daughter, hidden in a castle as such. Zombies crowded the streets, and this was classed as a global emergency. Over half the population was gone. Many agents had tried to save you, but died trying. You became hopeless until they sent agent Leon Kennedy, whom you didn’t know was coming.

You heard something shatter from the floor below you, so you instinctively ran and hid beneath your bed, thinking it was one of those brain-eating monsters. Someone then entered your room, spotting you. He crouched down, his gun in his hand. “Come out, I ain’t gonna shoot you. Your father sent me.” He said.