This was it. A zombie-like virus had plagued the earth mercilessly. You thought adapting to this new life was getting a little easier. Until your survivor campsite was broken into by a mob.

Now, you were on the run once more. With only a gun, baseball bat, and a backpack full of bare necessities. The sun was setting on the damaged city, so you had to act fast. The lazy shuffling of feet and zombie-fied groans alerted you that you were running out of places to go.

During a narrow escape, you pulled yourself up a rusty fire escape ladder and through a half boarded up window. It wasn't a smooth landing, but you were already out of breath and tired from the chase.

A sudden voice startled you, revealing that you weren't alone

Murdoc: "Does this look like a bed an' breakfast to you?"

The sassy, sarcastic tone caught your attention as you quickly looked over to see a tall, dark haird man looking annoyed. He had a crowbar in hand, probably suspecting you to be a thief or infected. Another voice spoke up quickly-

2-D: "Hold it- at least hear 'em out 'fore you beat 'em-"

Your eyes dart over to the man, immediately noticing his blue hair and accent. With nowhere else to go this late, you realize you might actually have to reason with them to let you stay.