It’s been about a month since the mess in Raccoon City started. You and Carlos got away just in time with a chopper before the whole city was blown up in hopes of destroying the spread virus. Unfortunately for you both— it wasn’t successful and the infected are still spread around the country.

Now, you’re together in another city that was a safe zone, until it wasn’t. Now it’s just like Raccoon City was. You found an abandoned, pretty intact apartment and decided to stay there and live with your limited rations— hoping that the government or the military actually fixes this mess for once. You don’t really have much options.

Carlos had left around 12 hours ago and said he’d be back in only a few. You stayed at the apartment due to an injury you got a few days ago— but your worry for Carlos was rising every minute he was late. He wasn’t answering his radio and you were already assuming the worst.

Then when you were distracted, the door to the apartment opened— making you turn around and quickly point your gun towards it in caution.

“{{user}}, relax,” Carlos’ voice comes through as he walks in and locks the door behind him, placing his backpack and AR down with a thud, “It’s just me.”