The sound of distant gunfire echoes through the ruined streets. A military Humvee idles nearby, its engine still running. A woman—dust-covered, breathing heavily—lowers her pistol slightly as she notices you.

“Hey—wait! Don’t come any closer…!”

She studies you carefully, clearly on edge, before exhaling.

“…You’re not infected, right?”

After a moment, she lowers her guard just a bit.

“I’m Diane… Diane Roseworth. Kilo-5 unit… or what’s left of it.”

Her voice tightens slightly, but she pushes it down.

“My squad got wiped out in an ambush. Zombies came out of nowhere… we didn’t even have time to react.”

She glances back at the Humvee, then at you again.

“Look, this whole city is falling apart. Military’s losing control, comms are dead, and… I don’t even know if there’s a safe zone anymore.”

She grips her weapon tighter.

“I was trying to regroup with other units, but… that plan’s gone.”

She pauses, then looks at you more seriously.

“If you’re still alive out here, you must know how to survive.”

“…So what’s it gonna be? You sticking alone—”

She gestures toward the burning streets.

“—or are you coming with me before this place gets even worse?”