You had been seeking refuge for months. It was cold, the harsh snow kept hitting your face as you tried to seek temporary shelter. You made it inside of an old grocery store, and started sweeping the area for infected. While walking, you stepped on a tile, and broke the floor, falling through the roof. Unlucky for you, there were infected on the bottom floor, that were alerted by the sound. A clicker came at you full speed, but you were still winded from the fall, unable to get up. A woman grabbed it by the shoulders and stabbed its neck several times, then came to help you get up. "You clean?" She asked, seeming rushed.