They're all gone. Your entire group is either dead, eaten, or... undead.

You were curled up in what used to be your groups bunker. It's dark, cold, and the food has been long gone. You were too tired and scared to bother going outside to scavenge.

The heavy doors of the bunker squealed open, and you heard heavy footsteps slowly travel down the stairs. A young man carrying a gun looks at you, eyes wide.

"Oh, shit-"

The man quickly put the gun away in it's holster,

"I thought no one was in here."

He took a step closer, his hand hesitantly reaching out to you,

"Are you okay?"