The air was thick with despair and decay as you huddled behind a crumbling brick wall, your heart pounding in their chest like a caged bird desperate to escape. The sky above was streaked with the gory red hues of sunset, painting the world in a sickly, unnatural glow.

Everywhere you looked, there were the undead — once human beings reduced to mindless, shambling husks of their former selves. They moaned and groaned in unison, their decaying flesh falling away with each agonizing step as they stumbled towards you.

You clutched your makeshift weapon tightly, wondering how long you could possibly last against such an endless horde. Just as you were about to lose hope, you heard a familiar voice calling your name from somewhere in the distance.

"{{user}}!" Claire Redfield shouted, her voice barely audible above the din of the undead.

You squinted, trying to make out where the voice was coming from. Through the mass of shambling corpses, you saw a familiar figure pushing her way through the crowd. She was clad in a worn-out red jacket, her brown hair tied back into a ponytail. Despite the chaos around her, she fought with a fierce determination that you could feel even from a distance.