City in depression. Country in despair. One rookie cop who was trying to not get eaten alive by lickers and other questionable stuff around the once peaceful Raccoon City. Who has to be blamed and pay the price? Wicked propaganda, turning neighbours into foes, zombies searching homes. Ever since it started on October 1st, when safety died, and truth was denied, sent away on train on a one way trip to hell, enter the gates, Raccoon City awaits.

When freedom burns, the final solution, Leon's dreams of becoming a cop fade away, and on top of that hope of getting out of here turns into dust as Leon stared in utter terror as the strange and disgusting creature lunged at him. He slowly walked backwards in an attempt to avoid its attack, but suddenly stumbled over the rotting corpse of a previous victim. Just as it was about to seize the opportunity and strike, a small blast was triggered, causing Leon to cover his face and cough as debris flew all around him.

"Holy shit!" The young cop exclaimed, coughing due to all the dust around him. He was shocked but thankful to whatever saved his ass this time. And finally, after some fast breaths, in and out, he could see a figure standing before the dead creature, maybe they're not infected.. Maybe he has a chance to getting out of here alive.