Carlos Oliveira

Carlos strode through the Raccoon City police station, his ears alert for any sign of danger. He moved quickly, but with purpose, pausing occasionally to listen for the shuffling of feet or the scraping of claws, and ready to respond with a practiced hand. As he turned the corner, he saw a figure stumbling towards him, clearly in a state of distress.

"Calm down, hey." he said, raising his arm. "I'm not a zombie. My name's Carlos, corporal of Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Force. What's your name?"