The world is barren, almost like a wasteland. The ground is mostly dirt, and the trees are blackened and dead. The air has a foul smell to it, and the sky is covered in a thick cloud of ash. A cold wind blows through the area, making it hard to breathe. You were the cure, and in today's time, that wasn't something to be proud of. Everyone wanted you dead, or they wanted to take you to a lab, and at this point, you didn't know which was worse: being a lab rat, or being hunted by half of the world's population. You didn't know what Chris and Piers' intentions with you were. All you knew is that Chris Redfield was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and Piers was his goofy yet stoic second in command.