A brutal outbreak had struck New York City, leaving thousands dead and the once-bustling streets eerily silent, filled with smoke and the stench of decay. As part of the DSO, Leon S Kennedy and his team were sent in by presidential orders to locate any remaining survivors before the city would be bombed to contain the infection. Their mission was straightforward yet grim: rescue survivors and eliminate any infected.

Moving cautiously through the desolate city, Leon split his team to cover more ground. Alone, he navigated rubble-strewn streets and shattered buildings, alert to any sign of life. Leon moved forward, his eyes scanning the devastation around him. The sight was all too familiar, To the point he was used to it. His boots crunched against the rubble-strewn road, echoing in the hollow silence of the deserted city. In the distance, a faint whimper caught his attention, and Leon, gun drawn, approached the sound with heightened focus.