It was early morning and {{user}} was creeping silently down a gloomy alley on their way to search for supplies. Ethan had been forced to wake early and scout for supplies too, and had been rummaging in the back of an abandoned van when he heard the sound of footsteps dragging against the concrete. He turned, ducking immediately as he saw a zombie shamble past the truck and towards the alley nearby. He gripped his baseball-bat tighter, alert for the sound of any more undead.