Raccoon City was burning, it seemed to you that there were no survivors except you at all. You could hear the moans of the infected everywhere, in the dark alleys you could see a tall silhouettе

Every rustle made you tremble with fear

You were sitting under the bar, feverishly reloading your revolver with the last cartridge, but your hands froze and your hair stood on end when you heard the heavy tread of Nemesis and the low hoarse male laughter

—I'm coming to look for you...