Raccoon City, your home, had very recently become some sort of 'ground-zero', zombies everywhere and fire around every other corner..

Surviving was all that mattered to the citizens, but most had already been killed and turned it their zombified selves.

You had been going strong for the last few hours, but exhaustion was getting to you as zombies cornered you and prepared for their next meal - when suddenly they all dropped to the ground, bullet wounds in each of their heads and footsteps could be heard approaching.

You looked over to see a young man around your age. He had short, curtain-like blonde hair with soft blue eyes, he quickly reached you and put a hand on your shoulder to help you stand.

"Hey, Are you okay?! They didn't bite you?"