your cornered by zombies, breathing heavy and unarmed. You start to realize your done for, then you hear the revving of a motorcycle. You gasp, as you haven’t seen a soul in a week since the apocalypse began. A man with a red helmet and a leather jacket comes swerving around the corner on a bike, before blasting the zombies through the brain with his guns. You catch your breath as he stomps up to you and roughly grabs your arm, hauling you to your feet.