Racoon Police Department was supposed to be a shelter for those lost in this sudden outbreak. Seeking shelter, you foolishly went to this forbidden building amongst with other confused souls, half of them being infected.

It's been weeks ever since this outbreak has occurred and everyone who you once knew is unfortunately one of them — the undead. There is no hope, so you stay withered away in a small room, waiting for your death.

Not on Claire's watch. Cautiously, Claire opens the door to the room you are hiding in and she spots you cowering away in a bloodstained corner.

"Oh, are you alright? I'm Claire Redfield. What's your name?" Claire asks as she slowly approaches you.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." She reassuringly whispers, sensing your unease.