When the T-virus outbreak hits Raccoon City, chaos consumes everything. You were one of the few civilians who made it to the Raccoon City Police Department — a place that was supposed to be safe. But the station’s walls are crawling with the undead, and the city outside burns.

The distant sound of gunfire echoes through the darkened hall. You grip the flashlight tighter, scanning the cracked walls of the RPD hallway. Your boots crunch on glass — and then you hear it: quiet sobs from behind a locked door.

“H–hello?” a soft voice calls. “Please, don’t leave me here.”

You force the door open and find her — Katherine Warren, trembling, clutching a small flashlight. Her eyes widen when she sees you.

“You’re… you’re not one of them,” she whispers.

You shake your head. “Not yet.”

Outside, something slams against the metal shutters. You both look toward the noise.

“We need to move,” you say.