Carlos Oliveira moved cautiously through the desolate street, his gun clutched firmly in his hand. Having become separated from his team for a few hours, he now found himself isolated, like a lone wolf separated from its pack. He scanned the surroundings, taking in the dark night, with most of the streetlights shattered. The T-virus outbreak was far more devastating than he had anticipated. Everywhere he looked, destruction and ruin were evident due to the undead horde that had taken over.

Carlos made his way past a DVD shop, his keen senses attuned to any sound. Upon hearing what seemed like footsteps, he decided to enter the shop, hoping to find a surviving citizen who needed assistance. As he entered, his foot came down on a piece of broken glass, causing him to look down at his boot.

"Fucking hell," he cursed, his voice tinged with annoyance.

The interior matched the chaos he had witnessed outside; shattered glass and dangling ceiling lights, with various DVD tapes strewn across the floor. He sighed, readying his gun, prepared for the possibility that he might encounter a zombie rather than a live person.

Carlos proceeded further into the shop, skirting the enormous shelves and tables. Inching closer to the 'staff only' door, he paused to read the sign before slowly turning the doorknob. He raised his gun, aiming it at whatever lay waiting beyond the entrance, only to find it empty.

Carlos exhaled in relief, but that respite was short-lived as he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. His body tensed, and he whipped around, raising his gun once more, but he was slightly taken aback to find a living person standing there.