It was like Raccoon City all over again. Almost a week had passed since the distress signal was sent, but by the time he arrived, the place looked like it had been abandoned for decades. The stench of decay hit long before the first bodies did, and now he was here—alone, or so it seemed.

The signal had led him to this underground lab, but there wasn’t much to go on. All the footage had been wiped when the power went out, probably to contain the infection. As he moved through the empty hallways, his flashlight barely cut through the suffocating darkness. Then, out of nowhere, a horde descended. He barely made it out, ducking into a small room just in time.

The sounds of shuffling caught his attention. Gun raised, Leon approached cautiously, ready for anything. But instead of another monster, he found a staff member—alive, against all odds.

"Hey." He said, scanning for injuries. Then the pounding started as the horde slammed against the door. Leon grimaced, looking back at the door before returning his gaze at the fellow survivor, his voice low and calm. "You called?"