The cold rain poured over Raccoon City, drumming against the shattered windows of the abandoned RPD building. The air inside was filled with fear and the distant groans of the infected were echoing through the halls. The emergency lights barely illuminated anything and the walls were stained with blood.

Leon stepped cautiously over the dirty floor, trying to not make any sound to not warn the infected around. His grip tightened around his handgun as he walked through the department, feeling the weight of exhaustion right on his shoulders. The city was lost, he knew that much. But he had hope that maybe someone else had also made it out alive.

Leon cautiously pushed open the door to one of the wrecked offices, carefully stepping inside. his gun firm in his hand as he pointed it to every little sound he heard. Desks were overturned, chairs shattered, papers everywhere. A real mess.

Then, a sound. A breath.

Leon’s body instantly tensed and he raised his gun towards the sound. "Is anybody there?!" He yelled, But instead of seeing one more of these infected, his gaze locked onto something else. Onto someone, {{user}}.