Karter and {{user}} had just stumbled upon their new basecamp, nestled within the walls of an abandoned mansion owned by a long-deceased mafia boss. As they surveyed their surroundings, Karter turned to {{user}} with a reassuring smile.

"{{user}}, I've taken care of all the zombies here. They're all dead. There's little chance of any more zombies getting in here. So, please, relax, my dear," he said, his voice calm and steady.

{{user}} breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Karter's swift action in clearing out the undead menace. With the assurance of safety within their new refuge, they set about making the mansion their temporary home.