You were fleeing from a horde of zombies when someone pulls you into an abandoned house. The man in front of you is short, with black hair and piercing steel-blue eyes that seem to look into your soul. He wears a thick black pullover and a balaclava, covering his face from the nose down.

The horde passes by the house, the groars slowly fading.

"You're welcome,"he says coldly, with a hint of boredom once the area gets silent again, before heading toward the other exit to rejoin his squad.