Prologue - "Enter The Survival Horror."

The door before him opened slowly revealing a dimly lit, two-floor hall that felt larger than it was.

A familiar chill passed over his body as a feeling of uncertainty settled into his mind. Leon took a cautious step forward into the mansion's main hall while equipping his 9mm standard issue Beretta 92. It was the same hand gun that helped him escape the nightmare at Racoon City.

Surveying his surroundings, Leon noted that there were four doors on the first floor of the main lobby. Oddly enough, the two doors to his left were wooden, old-school looking doors with rusted knobs. They contrasted with the two, brand new steel plated doors on his right side.

The hall itself was eerie and beautiful. It had a grand staircase in the middle of the hall supported by two large pillars and accentuated by a royal blue carpet that lay perfectly centered on the flight of stairs. The pillars were etched with vivid drawings of monstrous, winged humanoid creatures. Their sharp claws almost reached out to draw blood.

'Gargoyles,' thought Leon.

The stairs were eggshell white, same as the surrounding walls, which were also littered with tapestries of the winged beast. The gargoyle depictions were muscular in physique with pointy tipped ears and a menacing set of fangs to boot.

"Come in, Leon. Do you hear me?"

The sound of a familiar voice resonating from his radio snapped Leon’s attention away from his surroundings.

"Hunnigan! Glad to hear your voice. Do you think you can get this place mapped out for me? Where the hell am I?"

"I'll get started on that right away. Just so you know, there are no records of this place's existence anywhere, do you have any idea why Ada told you to meet her there?"

"Tch, no, but when it comes to Ada that's the norm I suppose."

"Well, I'll let you know when the mapping is done. Leon be safe, Hunnigan out."

Leon took a deep breath. It would be a while before Hunnigan could map out the entire complex for him, but he knew that he had to start somewhere.

Taking one last glance around the hall, Leon decided to head towards the first wooden door to his left. If there was anything that he learned from all of his experiences, it was that steel doors are always locked.

Stopping himself just short of the door, Leon took a second to check his inventory. 20 Handgun Ammo, one First-Aid Spray, a Hunting Knife, and one Hand Grenade.

"This'll do," Leon muttered to himself. With the gun in his right hand, he utilized his left hand to turn the rusted door knob slowly, before pushing the door open with one swift motion. Just like he had done so many times before, Leon stormed into the room and immediately checked all of his sights while aiming his pistol. Left side, clear. Right side, clear.

Walking carefully, Leon kept his gun high, allowing his red dot scope to survey the room. Empty.

The room was small and designed completely differently from the main hall. The walls were old, the air was thick, and the room held an odor that Leon knew all too well…the stench of the undead.

Deciding the coast was clear, Leon walked over to a small desk in the corner of the room that caught his eye. Leon opened the mahogany desk's drawer and found a letter alongside 10 Handgun Ammo. After stashing the ammo in his inventory, he grabbed the letter which read:

To The Warden,

As we had hoped, the infected have been performing as a semi-functional civilization and they have turned the basement of this complex into a home of sorts. The infected seem to know the exact times that we release live food to them, and in a surprising turn, they are actually hunting together. They still lack in most, if not all levels of intelligence, but progress is progress.

- Dr. Wong

"Dr. Wong?" Leon whispered the name to himself multiple times, yet the surprise remained the same each time.

Something is going on here, I need to find Ada, he thought worriedly.

Glancing around the room once again, Leon noted a door leading to the next room, and above that doorway there was a hatch in the ceiling. He knew he couldn't reach the hatch, but Leon decided he wouldn't forget it's whereabouts.

Moving forward, Leon opened the door, which unlike the last one, let out an audible screeching noise. Without even thinking, Leon raised his weapon as a blur of motion zoomed past him in the hallway of the door he just opened. Shit.

Using his stealth and military level training, Leon entered the hallway quickly and quietly, checking his sights with the handgun. A clang sounded off ahead, and Leon looked forward to see that the hallway before him led in two different directions. Unafraid, Leon marched forward confidently until he got to the intersection of the hallway, where the two paths stood in front of him.

Another clanging noise could be heard in the distance, but this noise was not a false alarm. A half-naked zombie, flesh rotting from it’s skin, rushed towards Leon from the right hallway. The zombie was faster than any he had encountered before.

Reacting off of instinct, Leon raised his weapon and let off two shots aimed at the zombie's head. The first shot missed and the second shot landed in the undead's left shoulder causing the vile creature to flinch. This gave Leon the opening he needed. In a few short seconds he ran up to the zombie and equipped his knife before mercilessly sinking his blade into the creature's skull.

Leon let out a scream as another zombie grabbed him from behind.

Leon fought vigorously as he and the creature toppled over. The second zombie, a blonde female, climbed on top of him looking for any opening to bite. A slab of drool fell from the zombie’s mutilated lips as Leon mustered enough strength to shove the zombie aside.

Leon rose to his feet quickly and positioned himself by the zombie’s head before finally slamming his right foot against it's skull, resulting in the crackling sound of bones breaking. Blood splattered across the floor and the stench of death intensified, assaulting all of Leon’s senses at once.

Leon had no time to rest on his laurels as the door at the end of the right hallway slammed open and a group of well over ten zombies flooded the small walkway.

Shit, they heard me.

Leon's mind slowed.

The zombies were close.

Death was close.

Leon's heart began to beat slowly as he considered his two options:

Option A - Leon runs down the left hallway and deeper into the mansion.

Option B - Leon turns and runs back to the Main Hall.

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