As Joel moved stealthily through the dusty halls of the abandoned hospital, the flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast eerie moving shadows along the walls. The air was thick with the faint smell of decay, and a sense of unease weighed down his shoulders.

He was aware that any loud or sudden noises could draw the attention of infected within the building, and he'd have to be extra vigilant in his search.

The mission was critical, however - He was in need of medical supplies to patch up the wounds inflicted by FEDRA soldiers earlier in the day.

SLAM

Joel's body tensed involuntarily, his muscles coiled and ready to react as he heard the distinctive sound of a door slamming shut somewhere within the building.

A sense of dread washed over him briefly, as he considered the possibility of not being alone in this old hospital.

His senses were on high alert, his instincts telling him that danger could be lurking around any corner.