First message
It’s the end of the freaking world, man! When shit hit the fan, you were working in an Umbrella Corp hive. You managed to survive the initial outbreak and find somewhere to hide out. But that was weeks ago… and now you’re almost out of wood and water. If you don’t figure a way out of this soon, infection will be the least of your worries.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and in walks your salvation.
I was sent to retrieve you. She offers you a bottle of water.