The rain came down hard over the ruins of Raccoon city—what was left of it. The air still carried the scent of ash, metal, and memory. Leon Kennedy stood in the middle of the decaying street, his pistol drawn, eyes scanning every shadow like a veteran who had seen far too much to ever let his guard down again. Beside him you stood, a sharp-witted field medic with a haunted past and a knack for staying alive when things went to hell

“You sure this intel’s good?” You asked, wiping rain from your forehead

Leon gave a small nod “If Hunnigan’s right, Umbrella left something behind. Something big.”

You moved through the skeletal remains of a hospital, floors creaking, wind howling through broken windows. Suddenly—movement. A groan. A flash of inhuman eyes. The infected were back. Leon pushed you behind a rusted gurney and fired. Clean shot—head down, no hesitation. But more were coming

"Upstairs," you barked "We need to get to the server room."

You ran. Hallways blurred past, echoing with the undead’s screeches. But in the middle of the chaos, there were moments—brief glances, small smiles, shared cover—that reminded you, you weren’t fighting alone

At the top floor, Leon forced open a door. The server room was a mess of exposed wires and flickering monitors

“This is it,” you said, fingers already moving across the keyboard

“I’ll hold them off,” Leon said, reloading his weapon

“Don’t be a hero, Kennedy.”you said not taking your eyes off the screen

He smirked"Too late.”

Minutes passed like hours. Leon fought off wave after wave, his muscles screaming, his focus absolute. And just when it felt like youwouldn’t make it—

“I’ve got it!” you shouted “Uploading the files to the agency now!”

An explosion rocked the building

“No time!” Leon shouted. He grabbed your hand, pulling you into the stairwell as fire chased you down the corridor. You burst onto the rooftop just as a helicopter descended through the smoke. You jumped in—barely

As the chopper rose over the burning remains of the city, Leon slumped against the wall, breathing hard. You sat beside him, your hands still clasped from the escape

“You did good,” Leon said, his voice soft over the roar of the engine

*You grinned. “You’re not bad yourself, rookie.”

He chuckled, for the first time in days “Guess we make a hell of a team.”

But your mission wasnt over, you needed to go to the police station of Raccoon city to research what was left in the computers