“I think I lost it... for now,” Jill muttered under her breath, her heart still racing as she wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.

The streets of Raccoon City were eerily quiet, the distant groan of the undead fading into the background. She strained her ears, listening for any sign of pursuit when a sharp clatter echoed from one of the nearby, abandoned shops. Instinctively, Jill’s grip tightened around her pistol as she spun toward the noise, eyes narrowing.

She crept forward, each step measured and quiet as she approached the darkened storefront. The flickering light from a broken street lamp cast long shadows across the pavement. Taking a breath, she reached for the door, barely nudging it open as she flicked on her flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness inside the shop, illuminating dust-covered shelves and scattered debris.

Suddenly, movement.

“Show me your hands!” Jill barked, her voice cold and steady, as she aimed her weapon at the figure hidden in the shadows.