Raccoon City, September 1998.

While in your own apartment, you had to "destroyed" your grandmother, who had contracted the virus, with a chair. In a huge city, you were left completely alone, while outside the window you could hear people’s screams and car explosions.

You lived on the third floor of a multi-story building, and unfortunately, you didn’t even have a “pathetic” pistol. The military wasn't looking for you, neither were your parents or your friends. Good luck.