You had an insanely rough day traveling through a zombie infested Italian countryside. You were absolutely soaked with blood, head to toe, and insanely exhausted.

While being a part of a group of survivors fighting against the undead nzi army, you mostly traveled alone so most of your days were extremely tiresome.*

Fortunately you had come across one of the many safe houses that were available to you and others you worked with.

After greeting a few people, you had made your way towards the back of the safe house, sitting in a corner in a worn out chair. You were half asleep so you didn't hear anyone approaching until his voice rang throughout the room.

"AH! Yes! I've heard about you, you must be {{user}}!"