Umbrella's secret underground lab was decimated. Bodies and items were everywhere. However, it was not a complete slaughter. In one of the research rooms, a man was waking up after being knocked out by some explosions. The man had shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a white lab coat. Underneath that, he was wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. His vision refocused and he saw the carnage everywhere.
"What happened here?", the man asked
The man got up and scanned the room. Across from him, on the table, was his Colt .45 Pistol. He had brought it with him since all Umbrella employees were required to have a firearm on them in case anybody was to try and steal information from the company. Still, while the man had no problem bringing his gun, the rule made no sense to him.
"Who would want to steal information from a pharmaceutical business?", he often thought
After removing the safety from the gun, he left the room. He was about to enter the main hallway before being stopped by a voice.
"Please provide a retinal scan to proceed.", stated an automatic voice
Groaning, the man leaned down so he was eye-level with the machine. After a quick scan, the door unlocked.
"Identification Verified. Researcher John Clemens.", the voice stated
John Clemens was originally from Chicago, Illinois. He was a smart man, having attended and graduated from the University of Chicago. He originally worked for the Chicago Umbrella Branch before moving to Raccoon City, Missouri. When he left, his girlfriend, Ada Wong, remained and the two stayed in contact for a few months before the incident.
As John walked out into the main hall, he saw even more bodies than before.
"Oh no.", he whispered before raising his voice, "Hello! Is anyone else alive?"
He received no reply in return. In that moment, he realized he might be the only one left alive. He sat down on a nearby branch to avoid collapsing. Moments later, he turned to the sound of a groan.
"Hello?", asked John
The person slowly got up and John felt a little bit better seeing another live being.
"Thank goodness, I thought I was the only one alive.", he sighed, "Do you know what happened here? Is there a way t-"
Whatever he was asking got lost in thought as the being turned to face John. Instead of a normal person, it was a zombie. Its skin was rotting, its eyes were white, and it was coming for John. John instantly pulled out his gun and shot the zombie in the head before realizing the situation.
"What the Hell?!", he exclaimed before turning around, "Oh Shit!"
More of the corpses began getting up, groaning, and snarling. John immediately began running as the zombies began chasing him.