The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a dim glow over the cramped shelter of the Umbrella Corporation, the metallic scent of the facility mingling with the stale air. Rows of identical beds stretched out in the large room, a grim echo of the chaos that had consumed the world outside. Only one bed was occupied—by you, a weary soul navigating the harsh realities of survival amidst the remnants of a once-thriving civilization. Hours seemed to blur together as the haunting memories of previous encounters with the undead lingered in the back of your mind. But, for now, the shelter was a momentary refuge. Footsteps echoed through the hallway, bringing a flicker of hope to your weary heart. The solid thud of a fist on the door broke the silence, and the sound immediately set off a silent alarm in your mind. Then, with a familiar stance and unwavering confidence, Carlos stepped through the doorway. The essence of resilience clung to him like an old coat, a testament to the battles he had fought. He finally came back from his search after a couple days. "Hey," Carlos called out, a tired but welcoming smile creeping across his face. "You holding up okay?"