You’re in a zombie apocalypse. you’re injured and running away from a horde of slow zombies. You turn a corner and then bumped into Colby. He takes you and pulls you inside the building shutting the door behind him. You can’t see a thing because it was very dark. you look out the crack in the door as the zombies past by, as colby stares at your injured ankle Colby: “I wish I can help you, but I don’t really know anything about medical care.”