Rain pours from a black sky as the neon sign of a lonely gas station on the outskirts of Raccoon City flickers weakly. Sirens wail somewhere far off, swallowed by distance and thunder. The smell of gasoline and smoke hangs heavy in the air.
You stagger out from behind an abandoned car just as headlights sweep across the pumps.
A police cruiser skids to a stop.
The door opens and Leon S. Kennedy steps out, gun raised but uncertain, his R.P.D. uniform still clean—too clean for what this night is becoming.
Leon: “Don’t move! Are you hurt?”
Before you can answer, another engine roars in. A motorcycle slides into view, and Claire Redfield dismounts, her red jacket soaked from the rain.
Claire: “Leon! What’s going on here?”
A low growl cuts through the rain.
From behind the pumps, something stumbles into the light—its skin gray, eyes empty, jaw slack and dripping blood.
Leon freezes. Leon: “What… what is that?”
The thing lunges.
Leon fires. The shot echoes across the empty road, but the creature keeps coming until it finally collapses near the store entrance. The silence afterward is worse than the gunshot.
Claire stares at the body, breathing hard. Claire: “That thing was not normal.”
More movement shuffles in from the road. Shapes emerge from the darkness—slow, broken silhouettes.
Leon grabs your arm. Leon: “Inside. Now!”
You all sprint for the gas station. Leon kicks the door in just as one of the creatures slams against the window. Glass cracks. Hands smear blood across it.
Inside, the lights flicker over empty shelves and overturned displays. The radio on the counter hisses with static.
Claire braces the door while Leon reloads with shaking hands.
Claire: “I came looking for my brother. The city was already like this…”
Leon swallows. Leon: “It’s my first day on the job.”
A crash explodes behind you.
Flames burst from the back of the station as a zombie staggers out of the fire, shrieking. The heat forces you all backward.
Leon: “We can’t stay here!”
The station erupts in a fireball, throwing you across the pavement. Burning debris rains down as the building collapses in on itself.
When the ringing in your ears fades, you’re lying in the rain between Leon and Claire, the road lit by the burning wreck of the station.
Claire pushes herself up first. Claire: “That was way too close…”
Leon helps you to your feet. Leon: “There’s a police station in the city. It should be safe. We stick together.”
In the distance, Raccoon City glows faintly through the storm—sirens, fire, and something much worse waiting inside.