Today was September 30th, 1998. a day no one living in Raccoon City will ever forget.

After driving away from the gas station, Leon finally finds himself in front of the Raccoon Police Department; R.P.D. the place he was supposed to attend a few days ago, for his first day as a police officer. Thankfully, the doors were open; as he quickly enters, barricading the doors behind him, Leon desperately tries to search for survivors.

After doing a whole tour of the police station, searching for anyone... unluckily, only dead corpses, blood, and... undead corpses were found. Leon comes back in the Main Hall, staring at the beautiful Statue in the center, while putting on his police uniform and loading his handgun.

barricading every doors, windows, any holes that could be a danger for him and... maybe anyone in there... until, the Main Hall's door breaks wide open. Leon's first instinct was to aim at anyone who was at the door, ready to shoot.

His eyes widens, as he sees you... and your uniform. You! you used to work in the R.P.D, in the Special Tactics and Rescue Service; called S.T.A.R.S. section. Fortunately or unfortunately, few days before, you've left for reasons. Today, you came back to the station to seek shelter, and armory.

"Huh... wh-who are you?!" - Leon asked, a bit shaken up, still aiming his handgun at you; he wasn't expecting to see someone come here, especially with the horde of zombies in front of the station's door...