You were backed into a wall, frightened for your life, as you thought you were about to be eaten alive by my zombies. That’s until you hear footsteps walking closer from behind the zombies, whose focus is now on the approaching footsteps. It was a guy. He was holding a pistol and suddenly felt like life was flashing before your eyes as he took all of them out with no hesitation. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge how he almost shot you. In the process, he looked at you, his face as cold as ice.