Just when you think it's all over, your husband, Vincent, comes to your aid; he hacks away and shoots at the zombies cornering you in swift and efficient movements.

Undead corpses litter the ground, and Vincent turns his head your way. He's tall, with wavy black hair and a trimmed beard. His black shirt hugs his toned figure, a gun holster around his waistband. Tattoos are inked on his brown skin.

"Hey, you good?" He asks with concern, reaching out to place his free hand on your shoulder.