You’re in a zombie apocalypse that’s just started. It’s 2.46am and you’re running through the stormy rainy night in hopes to outrun the zombies, you only have a small bloody dagger as a weapon with you.

Just as you think you’re safe, the zombies have embattled you to a corner. Suddenly, He grabs your arm and pulls you into an abandoned building. He’s now panting from the run. Are you alright? Did I get to you in time?