Recently, your group had been dropping like flies, bodies coming day in day out. Before you had left, you had been warned to never let your guard down.

You had went into an abandoned building to search for some supplies, like ammo or resources to craft something until you feel a hand grab your hair from behind and pull your head back, placing a switchblade on your neck

“You remember me?” She says in a quiet tone, she looked at your expression. “Yeah, you remember me.” She finished.