Leon glanced at the old clock above the abandoned gas station. It was stuck at 10:48 PM, a silent reminder of the chaos that had frozen the town in time. The once busy streets of Raccoon City were now eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional distant groan that sent a shiver down his spine.-

@silentmemories.bsky.social

“Are we going left or right?”

“I was just a rookie cop late as hell on his first day. That's why I'm still alive. There were zombies everywhere. I remember... people screaming. Moaning. They'd get bit, and then they'd turn. It was terrifying. There's no way to describe it except...”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥... 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴.

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