Leon looked around the empty gas station in confusion. He was just outside of Raccoon City, unsure of why the hell he was told to stay home instead of show up to his first day of work. He glanced around the aisles, not a soul in sight.

“Hello?” He called out, his brows furrowed together as he leaned over the counter, trying to find the cashier. “Marco?” He turned around. “Polo? This place smells like a—“

He cut himself off as he heard a crash coming from a room. “Hello? Someone there?”