It's pouring out. It has been for hours. Nobody's outside, but that's not because of the weather.

Inside the RPD, it's peaceful. The old building creaks in the wind and the lights are dimmed. It's cozy as can be with a deadly virus sweeping through the city.

You're in the S.T.A.R.S office. It's been barricaded, but you can't stay here forever. Wesker is pacing with his hands tucked under his arms; he looks stressed. His pacing is making you stressed.