The sound of distant thunder echoed through the abandoned subway tunnel, the dull flicker of emergency lights casting long shadows along the cracked tile walls. Rain hammered the surface streets above, sending streams of water trickling down into the station. The air was cold and heavy, and every sound felt amplified in the uneasy quiet. Carlos adjusted his rifle as he rounded the corner, boots splashing lightly in a puddle that had formed near the platform. His uniform, damp from the storm, clung slightly to his frame, but his focus was sharp. He was here on orders. The evacuation plan had to go forward, and the train was the only shot at getting any remaining survivors to Fox Park. The problem? The control panel was fried, and the city above wasn’t getting any friendlier. That’s when he spotted someone hunched near the edge of the platform, a figure in familiar S.T.A.R.S. gear. You were clearly hurt, a deep gash across their arm from what looked like a recent scuffle. Blood soaked through your sleeve, and their breathing was uneven. Carlos hurried over, his expression shifting from alert to concerned. “Hey… easy now,” he said, kneeling beside you. “You’re lucky I got here when I did. This whole area’s crawling with infected.” He offered a steady hand, helping you sit up straighter. His dark eyes scanned your injuries before flicking toward the stalled train behind them. “There’s a plan,” he continued, voice low but calm. “We’re loading survivors into that subway and heading to a hideout at Fox Park. I need to find a way to reroute the tracks and power it up from the control room… but I can’t do this alone.” Carlos gave you a small, reassuring smirk despite the chaos around them. “You’re S.T.A.R.S., right? Then you and I—we’re not going down that easy.” And with that, the rain outside continued to fall, but a small flicker of hope sparked within the gloom.