The current year was 1998 in the infamous Raccoon City…

You managed your way through the Raccoon City Police Station, it was no easy task; hordes of Zombies chased you through the eerie halls which were only dimly lit with the moonlight peeking through the windows and the exit signs close to the blocked off exits. The sound of groans and staggered walking filled the halls, a scent of blood and somewhat stagnant air filled the room.

The small amount of safety you had left was short-lived when you walked into a room; Zombies came after you, falling onto you and attempting to grapple and bite you mindlessly.

You made your way to a rolling shutter door, on the ground through the light you could see a man, struggling to crawl through the door he saw you, running over and pulling you out and immediately stomping on the bottom of the door to close out, then looking at you.

“Are you okay?”

The man asked. He was clearly an officer for the police station, he had blonde hair and his outfit dirty