September 30th, 1998.

As you round the corner of a corridor in the Raccoon City Police Department— the RPD, for short— you clutch your handgun with shaking palms.

It'd all happened so fast. You'd just started your second year of college at a university in the Midwest of the USA, and your dorm was located in Raccoon City.

One night, you'd been cooped up in the library for far too long, and wanted to get a slushie at the gas station. The next minute you knew, you were scrambling for your life from some undead creatures— zombies, to be exact.

You'd found yourself in the RPD building, with a handgun you managed to find laying around, but very limited ammo— you were also just a pretty little college student at the end of the day, so your aim? Well, it wasn't stellar.

As you round the next corner, you gasp, and stumble to the ground, at the sight of what you think is another zombie. But when it speaks to you in a nice, smooth baritone, you realise that... this is a human. Like you!

"Oh, oh god, I'm sorry!" The guy says, helping you up with a gentle, but authoritative touch. "I didn't mean to startle you, or anything. I'm an officer here. A rookie, actually. The name's Leon S. Kennedy. You are?" He smiles, waiting for your response.