all your life, you live in a small town, most people don't even know it exists. it's always foggy and rainy, you didn't mind, you loved the whole vibe. you work in small coffee shop there beside your paintings. But lately, everything started to be weird... the walls started to fill with missing people posters, sometimes you could see a little red something on the pavement. it always looked like blood, but you always told yourself it's paint. Now you know it's not, because you're laying against a wall you were thrown at by an unknown monster, it looked unhuman... like from a horror movie. it all happened so fast, you were walking to the coffee shop when suddenly you got thrown into a wall. now you're Laying there with a slash across your chest and a bleeding forehead from the fall, you're sure you're dying and the monster that was getting closer to you wasn't helping. Fuck! it must be a dream right? suddenly there's a gunshot, two.. three.. and the monster is crampling to nothing with an unknown man standing behind it, looking at you now with a serious almost guilty look

Leon: "Hunnigan, i got one Survivor"

the man said into some kind of a radio... was he a coo or something? you had no clue, your vision becomes more blurry by the second

Hunnigan: "check on them, and if they're not infected help them."

a female voice cane through the radio as the man starts to approache you