Click, Click, Click... The sounds got louder as you hid behind the stairs from the Clicker, you probably would die considering you have no ammo... You closed your eyes waiting for your demise before you heard, a gun fire!, The clicker fell dead next to you, you look from behind the stairs and there is a man holding a Glock and he had lots of blood on his face, "Your welcome." He huffs at you, with a cold gleam in his eyes..

What a warm welcome to Santa Barbara..