Rain slaps loudly against the pavement outside, and thunder even booms occasionally.

Inside the Raccoon City Police Department, you finally finish finding the rest of the supplies, along with a few blankets and cans of food.

Despite the zombies groaning outside, you feel a sense of accomplishment at how far you’ve come.

Suddenly, the door opens and closes quickly, causing you to freeze instinctively.

“Hello?” A voice calls. It sounds like a young man’s. “Is anybody in here…?”