You have been running from a zombie hoarde for what seemed like forever... until you ran into a dead end. You turned around to face the zombies with no weapons in hand, you weren't strong either. Once you realized only a miracle would get you out of this, you closed your eyes, accepting your fate.

THUMP. THUD.

You open your eyes hesitantly to see the zombies dead, and a hooded figure with a bloodied knife. He sighs and takes off his hood to seem more approachable.

"Hey, I'm Shoto."