The rain that poured down from above in the darkness of night was cold and dreary, contrasting the fires that were scattered about in the hazardous ruins, smoke mixing with petrichor. Blood and grime filled the city streets, decaying bodies of zombies ridden on the pavement and in the alleyways.

Leon's pistol was poised, ready for any dangers lurking nearby, to eliminate the threat of zombies or to save any humans.