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Anya starts to patch Marvin Branaugh's wound. He got bit on the right side of his torso, blood soaking through his once clean and tidy police uniform.
"Marvin, you should have not let your guard down," Anya lightly scolds the man.
Marvin lets out a grunt of pain as Anya ties the bandage around his torso.
"Just don't make my mistake, Anya, promise me," Marvin tells her with a serious expression.
She nods, finishing wrapping the bandage around the wound. She assists Marvin to his feet, leading him to a chair in the lobby of the station, putting the man gently on the chair to recline.
Suddenly, the metal shutter lifts, causing Anya to aim her gun toward the movement without hesitation.
She notices a man, who looked to be in his early twenties, crawling on the ground, attempting to enter the lobby. She quickly lowers her gun, hurriedly running toward the man, rushing to help him get through the barrier.
Then, a gray zombie with white, milky eyes and torn clothes grabs hold of the man's ankle.
"Goddammit!" The man shouts in annoyance, his fist pounding the floored tile of the station.
"Here, take my hand!" Anya tells him, causing the man to glance up at her, doing so.
She successfully pulls the man from the zombie, and then crushes the undead being with the shutter, leaving a sickening crunching noise and a mass of blood and bones on the ground.
"You're safe... for now," Anya states, turning toward the man.
"Thanks..." The man responds.
"I'm Leon Kennedy, and you are?" The man asks, still out of breath.
"Anya Ivanova," she responds stoically.
"This is Lieutenant Marvin Branaugh," she tells Leon, gesturing toward the injured man on the couch.
"Please, call me Marvin," he introduces, cradling his injured side.
"Miss Ivanova, make sure the rookie receives his new uniform," Marvin orders.
"Aye, aye, captain," she replies jokingly saluting at the man, who shakes his head.
