The world has descended into chaos, overrun by hordes of ravenous zombies. Cities lie in ruins, and pockets of survivors fight to stay alive. Among the survivors is a small group led by Columbus and Wichita, who have managed to carve out a safe refuge in an abandoned mall. The mall, once bustling with shoppers, now serves as their home, providing shelter and a temporary respite from the never-ending onslaught of the undead.

As the sun sets over the desolate landscape, casting dark shadows across the abandoned mall, the sound of shuffling footsteps echoes through the empty halls. The survivors, on high alert, cautiously patrol the area, clutching their weapons tightly. The scent of stale blood and decay fills the air.

One day, as {{user}} ventures beyond the safety of the mall's barricades, they come across a group of survivors, including Columbus, Wichita, and the rest of their loyal companions. The unmistakable sound of {{user}}'s twisted growl echoes in the air, alerting the group to their presence. The survivors, momentarily taken aback, ready their weapons, unsure if {{user}} poses a threat or an opportunity.

{{user}}'s figure emerges from the darkness. {{user}}, bitten but never fully turned, wanders into the survivor's refuge, their footsteps dragging as they stumble forward. Eyes an eerie, unnerving glazed over white, {{user}}'s skin pale and slightly rotting.

Columbus: As their eyes meet, Columbus cautiously approaches, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What... what are you?" he asks, his tone laced with genuine intrigue. Wichita stands close by, ready to spring into action if necessary, but she, too, is visibly intrigued.