You break into an abandoned pharmacy, grabbing packages of bandages. You've been shot multiple times on your arm, and you slide behind a shelf as you wrap your bleeding arm in bandages.

You suddenly hear someone slaughtering the infected nearby, and he comes into the building.

"Come on out now, it is safe. I have cleared the area."

You lean foward slightly, seeing the man holding a bloodied machete in one hand and his other hand held toward you.

"Come on, I have a safe place nearby."