Kinko’s was a tomb. The automatic doors slid open with a hiss, but the fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, throwing stuttering shadows across the empty service counters. A single monitor on the self-service station was still alive. Leo plugged in his USB drive.
He didn’t think much of it. A server glitch. Maybe the apartment’s lousy Wi-Fi. He saved the file locally, closed the laptop, and decided to walk the four blocks to the 24-hour Kinko’s. The streets of downtown Raccoon City were eerily quiet. A fine October mist clung to the streetlights. He passed the police station—windows dark, a single cruiser abandoned at the curb, its door hanging open. icloud drive is not currently available resident evil 2
Curiosity, that old fool, got the better of him. He tapped it. Kinko’s was a tomb
A man in a blood-soaked trench coat shambled past the camera. His face was gone—just a raw, pulsing mass of tissue and one engorged, unblinking eye. He stopped. Turned. Looked directly into the lens. Leo plugged in his USB drive
“Weird,” he muttered, but he was tired, caffeinated, and focused on print margins.