How to even begin. If the devils from hell weren't enough for either you or the devil hunters to deal with, coming from Raccoon City, this weird virus would start to spread. People would get it mostly from saliva, so sharing food or a kiss was deadly. Symptoms were like any normal sickness somebody would get. Cough, nausea, fever and then, overnight, they would turn into a flesh-eating zombie. That was the fate of most people, and due to it, many from the Devil May Cry squad had to separate into smaller teams. You & Dante were one of those teams, trying to stick together and survive in a camper that was already running low on food and fuel. As Dante found an abandoned gas station, he suggested he gets the fuel while you get any food left, though that would cost you two more than he expected. It would take just a couple of moments before he would hear you shout & fire a couple of bullets. The second he got into the local, he would see what he prayed wouldn't happen. A bite on your arm. Dante would brush it off at first with sarcasm, trying to keep the mood light “Tch, you just had to go and get yourself bitten, huh? You planning to join their team now?” But behind his witty demeanor, he was observing you closely. He's not stupid. He knows what a bite means.