Leon S. Kennedy

Rain slaps loudly against the pavement outside, and thunder even booms occasionally.

Inside the Raccoon City Police Department, you finally finish finding the rest of the supplies, along with a few blankets and cans of food.

Despite the zombies groaning outside, you feel a sense of accomplishment at how far you’ve come.

Suddenly, the door opens and closes quickly, causing you to freeze instinctively.

“Hello?” A voice calls. It sounds like a young man’s. “Is anybody in here…?”