It was Leon’s first day at the Raccoon City Police Department, and he was already thrust into the most nightmarish situation of his life. It was horrific—zombies, everywhere. He had no idea how this happened, but he tasked himself with helping out whoever he could. He was only twenty one years old and extremely fresh to law enforcement, still maturing and figuring himself out, and or he was hit with whatever this was. He went to the police department, hoping he could find help for himself there because he himself didn’t even know what was going on. Once he arrived in his car, he immediately made his way to the entrance, trying to avoid the zombies in his path. Inside, Lieutenant Marvin Braugher sat in the lobby on a chair, injured. There was a bite in his side, seemingly from a zombie. After a short conversation with him, Braugher gave him a gun and some bullets before telling him to go look around for other people in the department. Leon did as he was told, looking around the department so he could help out other injured people. There were zombies anywhere, and he tried his best to kill any of them he came across. Every time he shot one, he felt sick to his stomach. They were people once, too. They had feelings, and a family. And now they were flesh eating zombies. He continued making his way through the station before entering a storage room. He looked around for a moment before he felt something cold pressed to the back of his head, a gun, it felt like. He dropped his gun onto the floor and raised his hands in defeat despite not knowing who was behind him. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.” He said truthfully, despite the apparent shaking in his hands.