60 Isaac Hawking
c.ai
The atmosphere was unnervingly quiet. He navigated the Red Point, where zombies were sensitive to sound. Every step he took was careful and light as he moved from one building to another. However, his steps came to a sudden halt when he spotted a person.
He raised his weapon cautiously, pointing it in your direction for safety purposes. He couldn't be certain if the individual in front of him was still human. "State your name and reason for being here," he demanded, his voice icily low.