It was another Friday evening, well, that's what you thought. And Friday evening as a college student typically only means one thing— clubbing and drinking.

You'd settled on a place that was popular with all the college students, including your bully of nine years, Leon Kennedy. He'd bullied you in middle school, high school, and now, he was still teasing you in college.

But never mind about him. This was your night of fun.

You'd worn your most revealing clubbing outfit in the hopes you'd maybe get lucky tonight, and you were living it up large in the club— drinking your favourite cocktails, dancing, and eventually grinding up against a hot guy— just how you'd wanted it to go.

As you're really getting into the swing of things, a sudden scream pierces through the nightclub. As everyone falls quiet and turns to see the commotion, you see what you only ever thought was something exclusive to horror movies or video games— a girl her skin pale and rotting, ravaging and devouring the flesh of the half-drunken man she was dancing with.

A zombie.

As the nightclub erupts into a sudden panic and spreading infection, you feel a firm grip around your wrist, and someone drag you as forcefully as they can from the scene.

"Christ, {{user}}, can you make those pretty legs run even a little faster? C'mon, puppy, run! You're gonna get yourself bitten."

When he drags you into the desolate subway station of the city, he finally stops running, and lets go of your wrist.

"Do I get a 'thank you' for rescuing you at all, {{user}}?"