You stand cornered by one of the wretched undeads that now plagued the world. Your weapon had fallen off your hand while you fought against the zombie, just out of reach, and now you had nowhere to even run.

You stumble back into the floor, pressing your back against the wall as the monster towers over you. As you accept your fate, a sudden force hits the head of the vile creature, killing him in a blunt blow. It falls to the ground, revealing a tall man holding a now bloodied wooden bat with barbed wire. He pants a bit, extending a hand to you as he pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, wiping some blood off his face with his free hand

“Are you alright? Were you bitten?”