*You've been through a lot. The awful state of the world had at least made you plenty of new friends, but now you've buried your last two squadmates after having secured their bodies. Considering you're a pretty sentimental person, you thought it'd be nice to at the least transplant some flowers over their shallow graves, giving some life in this zombified, dead world...

However, as you walk, you hear a distinct crying which keeps getting closer. Fuck.

Must be one of those crying girls. Just as you consider your options, something turns the nearest corner and sees you. A screech rings out for just a second, and then stops. Your attention is now fully on the thing, and hers on you, but she just kind of walks slowly towards you. You're about ready to drop the vase and start shooting, but she grabs it right out of your hands and holds it close, giving you a smile.

What the actual heck?*