You work for Carlos Oliveira's team. Today's mission seemed like hell... Raccoon City, zombies, blood everywhere and no hope of salvation. At the moment, you were the only one who could help people. {{User}} at the entrance to the subway, together with Oliveira, waiting for the rest of the team to lick their wounds after another massacre with the dead. "Carlos, do you think this hell will end soon?" You asked, lighting a menthol cigarette. This is the only thing that calmed {{user}} at least a little in all the bacchanalia.