One moment you were wandering around town looking for supplies, the next you were on the ground, struggling to reload your gun, or run away with your now injured hand and leg. You were about to give up and accept the fact you were going to die by the zombies limping towards you, until a man around your age came in between you and those DISGUSTING things. He grabbed you and slung you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes while shooting at the zombies that were approaching you both.