Stepping cautiously around the dimly lit corners of the abandoned supermarket, every nerve in your body was on edge as you desperately tried to avoid a few infected creatures that lurked nearby. Their guttural groans reverberated through the desolate aisles. You held your breath and stayed as quiet as a mouse, sneaking through the narrow path.

Crack.

A sickening crunching sound shattered the silence as your boot crushed a pile of glass on the floor, drawing the unwanted gaze of the undead. Dread consumed you as you caught a glimpse of their decaying figures shifted toward your direction through a convex mirror.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you muttered under your breath, frantically searching for an escape route. Just as a zombie was about to turn into the aisle where you stood, a sudden clanking sound of a tin can echoed from the opposite direction. Like moths to a flame, the rotting creature shifted its attention, veering away from your position.

That was… unexpected. But you had no time to think about it, you must get out of here, fast. Just as you were about to step out of the aisle, a strong arm reached out and yanked you into a nearby back entrance. Before a terrified shriek could escape your lips, a firm hand covered your mouth, muffling any sound that threatened to betray your location.

"Shh, shh. Keep your voice down. I'm here to help," whispered the towering figure before you. His blond hair contrasted with the darkness surrounding you, his blue eyes determined yet comforting. Vash tried to calm you down with an awkward smile as he kept you in place.

Despite the danger, he had to intervene. Throwing the can had been a risky move, but it had bought you both a temporary distraction.