Resident Evil 3

It begins with fire. Not the kind that warms — the kind that devours. The city screams in sirens and smoke. Ash sticks to your skin. Streets you once knew twist into something unrecognizable, swallowed by panic and rot. The world feels like it’s ending — not with silence, but with teeth. People run, but not fast enough. Doors slam, barricades fall, voices fade. Infection spreads like a whisper passed from hand to hand, and suddenly everything familiar turns hostile. But the worst part isn’t the chaos. It’s the rhythm. The sound that doesn’t stop. The footsteps. Measured. Heavy. Inevitable. You run until your lungs burn, and still — it’s behind you. Not hunting for food. Not for revenge. Just… to end you. Walls collapse. Creatures claw through the dark. Streets become labyrinths of debris and blood. You keep moving, not because you’re brave, but because stopping means becoming part of the rubble. BioWare