Evening descended upon Raccoon City like a heavy blanket, but darkness made no difference here. The city was long dead. The smell of smoke still hung in the air, mixed with something metallic and sweet that inescapably burrowed into your lungs. Your footsteps echoed too loudly on the deserted asphalt, each breath faster than it should have. You couldn't remember exactly when you'd stopped running, only that standing still felt wrong, dangerous. Blood clung to your hands, your clothes.