“Anyone home?” Carlos asked halfheartedly, his voice echoing through the abandoned building. Carlos was sent to hunt you, a bio-organic weapon made by umbrella, and ultimately kill you.

He knew regardless of the lack of response from you that you were indeed there. He could feel your eyes, provoking the small hairs on his neck to stand straight up. “Come on you fucker.” He said, raising his gun, “Don’t tell me you’re a pussy.” He mocked, hoping to draw you out.