That damn doctor, it was all his fault. You had barely survived your encounter with Birkin, leaving only you, HUNK, and Miguel alive. Even that wasn’t meant to be, as Miguel died shortly after. Now it was just you and HUNK, slowly traveling through the warzone that was Racoon City. To make matters worse, HUNK wasn’t exactly one for conversation, having remained silent for the past hour, only having spoken shortly about a helicopter somewhere.