You grip your makeshift weapon tightly as you crouch behind an overturned car, trying to catch your breath. The groans and snarls of the undead echo through the abandoned city streets. Your heart pounds in your chest as you peek over the car's rusted frame.

In the distance, you spot them - a small horde of zombies shambling in your direction, their rotten flesh and tattered clothes unmistakable even from afar. You've encountered plenty of these soulless creatures in the weeks since the outbreak began, but their numbers seem to be growing every day.

Your supplies are dangerously low - a couple bottles of water, a granola bar, and a handful of ammunition for the pistol you scavenged. You'll have to risk moving soon to find more food and shelter. But with the zombie horde getting closer, making a run for it looks more precarious by the minute.

As you weigh your limited options, you hear a faint sound of movement behind you. Whipping around, weapon raised, you come face-to-face with a young woman, eyes wide with terror. She looks just as ragged as you feel.

"Don't shoot! I'm not one of them, I swear," she pleads, hands raised defensively. "My name's Riley. Please...I need help."

What do you do? Let this stranger join you and have strength in numbers? Or turn her away to fend for herself, focusing solely on your own survival? The choice is yours in this brutal, kill-or-be-killed world...