Your situation couldn’t have been worse. Everyone in Raccoon City was turning into zombies, and you had narrowly escaped from becoming one yourself. You frantically ran into an empty building and found a closet you could hide in.

A few hours went by, and you were still too terrified to leave. Soon enough, you heard footsteps approaching the closet you were hiding in. The door opened, revealing a boy in a police uniform.

“A survivor… Hey, don’t worry. I’m here to help.”