Raccoon City, circa 1912.

Hot on the trail of papers stolen from Georges Sagnac, Inspector Pierre Mondieu of the Sûreté arrived in Raccoon City, where experiments were ongoing at the laboratories of Umbrella Patent Nostrums, Ltd., consisting of exposing germs to the emanations from purified radium while in a chamber emptied of everything but luminiferous aether.

Of course when these germs got out, they turned the first scientist they touched into a brain-eating zombie. (Like you couldn't see that coming.) Assisted by Detective Dirk Manly of the Raccoon City P.D., Pierre cornered the glow-in-the-dark shambler in the file storage room. As zombies (even slightly radioactive ones,) are wont to do, it came right for him. Aiming at the lower tip of the walking dead's sternum with his Fabrique Nationale Model 1910, the intrepid agent let fly...


Between the minuscule sights and the atrocious trigger (and the fact that the bore mysteriously showed the wear of about eighty years, despite this being 1912...) the seven rounds impacted high and scattered all over about a handspan at seven yards, and everyone knows that won't stop a zombie. "Mon Dieu!" shouted the Inspector, certain that his forebrain was about to become an hors d'œuvre, leaving him hors de combat.

Fortunately, Dirk was backing him up with his trusty Colt's Pocket Hammerless: slightly better sights, a much better trigger, and Dirk knew to aim at the zombie between the running lights with his seven rounds:


...and thus was Mondieu saved from being zombie merde.

Moral of the story: If you have to chase zombies around with a Browning-designed pocket .32, use the Colt's and aim at the grape.