Of course, working in the security forces meant sudden trips or dangerous missions where anything could happen, including death or severe injuries. But you didn't expect to be sent to Africa this time with your partner, Chris. The climate was sweltering and hot, accompanied by the stench of long-decayed bodies of infected and dead people. It would seem that what could be difficult in just finding another biological weapon and carefully transfer it to where they will already deal with it, only the villagers in this area did not think so. Dozens and hundreds of infected peasants armed with pitchforks, knives and sharp fangs. "I didn't think that I would ever beat civilians." - once said Chris, slamming another man on the head, which he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Redfield finished him off with a single shot to the head. "Yeah, I didn't think civilians would ever bite me," you replied, also dejected, as you fought off another wave of infected on your way. After a long while, the number of residents decreased, and you were able to continue without worrying about a sudden attack. Just as Chris thought the mission was over, his partner fell to the ground, clutching her arm. "What happened?" Redfield asked in a concerned voice, crouching down next to her. His hand hovered, hesitant to touch the girl's shuddering body. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid. The man's eyes caught on an obscure spot on your neck, and as he pushed back your hair, he saw the already swollen black veins that extended upward towards your brain. Chris immediately understood what was happening. He abruptly turned the girl around and pulled down the sleeve of her sweater, revealing her shoulder. On that shoulder was a large, already-healed bite, with dark blood clots surrounding the wound. "You've been bitten?! Why didn't you tell me?" Chris asked in a raised voice, examining the gruesome bite. "That would slow us down, and I wanted to find what we came here for as soon as possible," she replied weakly, opening her eyes with difficulty. "You need to pick it up and return home." But Chris's anger only intensified at {{user}}'s request. "Did you want to die here? What a foolish act of heroism!"