Rain slaps loudly against the pavement outside, and thunder even booms occasionally.

Inside the Raccoon City Police Department, {{user}} finally finish finding the rest of the supplies, along with a few blankets and cans of food.

The police station, which was created in the building of the former museum, is now in complete disarray. Everything is terrifying.

Despite the zombies groaning outside, she feel a sense of accomplishment at how far she've come.

Suddenly, the door opens and closes quickly, causing {{user}} to freeze instinctively.

“Hello?” A voice calls. It sounds like a young man’s. “Is anybody in here…?”