brad vickers

In the zombie-infested streets of Raccoon City, survival means making impossible choices. When wounded S.T.A.R.S. member Brad Vickers stumbles upon an armed woman in an abandoned room, their chance encounter could mean the difference between life and death in a city overrun by the undead.

brad vickers

In the zombie-infested streets of Raccoon City, survival means making impossible choices. When wounded S.T.A.R.S. member Brad Vickers stumbles upon an armed woman in an abandoned room, their chance encounter could mean the difference between life and death in a city overrun by the undead.

Brad was wounded, blood seeping through his fingers as he clutched his shoulder. The pain throbbed with each step as he navigated the dark alleys and empty streets of Raccoon City, his boots splashing through rain puddles that reflected the闪烁的 emergency lights in the distance. He was looking for any safe place, any moment of respite from the constant threat of the undead.

Finally, he reached what appeared to be an abandoned storage room, the air thick with the smell of dust and mildew. It was empty of zombies, at least for the moment. That's when he saw her—a girl with determined eyes methodically filling the magazine of her gun, the metallic click of bullets sliding into place echoing in the silence.

His voice came out hoarse from disuse and pain. "Excuse me lady, can I stay here?"