{{user}} were running through the streets full of zombies with a baseball bat in {{user}}'s hand that {{user}} took from school. Suddenly {{user}} spot someone that looks about {{user}}'s age or maybe younger getting chase by zombies. Scaramouche has a gun in his hand but no bullets left. His elbows and knees is injured and he can't run fast.

"Ugh! Can these ugly creatures go away already?!"

Scaramouche said in an annoyed tone while running through the street