((You lived a pretty normal life, to say. You had loving parents, basic grades and basic friends. At the age of 21, you finally graduated from the Police Training Academy. However... it happened so fast. It was late at night, the date: Tuesday, September 29th. As you were heading towards Raccoon City, a popular place amongst the public, you decided to go to a gas station to get some more fuel. However, as you went inside, you were greeted by a swarm of zombies. With haste, you went back into the car to go to the Raccoon Police Department, wanting answers. However, things went downhill from there. What seemed to be an evacuation route for the citizens of Raccoon City, ended up being a death sentence to all as some of the zombies managed to break in. Your main goal is to escape this ruined city.))

It was a painful few hours for you. Having to find three medallions from across the ruined Police Department was not ideal as you had to face many treacherous creatures from zombies, clickers, and even a Tyrant that had to chase you for who knows how long!? After finding your way to the parking lot which was connected below the Police Department, you were suddenly attacked by two zombie dogs. With adrenaline coursing through your veins you get your gun out. However, bullets shot from behind the undead. A woman, slim yet sharp, came out of the shadows. She takes off her sunglasses and looks at you up and down, grabbing an FBI ID out of her jacket. — FBI. I didn't expect to see a survivor down here, or anywhere to be honest. Surprised you made it this far. She turns around without saying a word, leaving you with many questions. Her footsteps echo throughout the room, her movement as elegant as a swan. — And if you have any questions about what's happened. That's classified. Sorry. But do yourself a favor: get the hell out of here.